alaunus – rampage lyrics
[verse: alaunus]
you’re looking something like a mother f-cker begging for a problem
feeling something like a b-tch when me and silence enter from the bottom
take it back to the days where the whack rappers get beat for running loud
nowadays talk reckless, then hug it out over rolling loud
back it up or get the f-ck off twitter hoe
tumblr made and proud about it, run your list of triggers hoe
i’m back so back up out the venue f-ck them, better pay me
new name with a new feeling i’m thirsty, lahey
back dimples they clap back
on a bad hoe no catfish, but i run away from it cuz i need that bag
got a bowtie, drive it like a jag
black checker, waving
can’t slow down til’ i make it
drag race the demon top 180
them bloggers talk, i got em’ craving
[verse: silentfuneral]
there’s a p-ssy in my city i can smell it in the air
there’s a p-ssy in my city i can smell it in the air
this a funeral so i’m in black
got the black gucci bag with the strap just to match
these other rappers whack, that’s a fact
i’m in a rage
this p-ssy scared to log into his twitter page
d-mn, how it feel to be a lame?
you should have just stayed up in your lane (we’d have been the same)
we was cool but now we not
when i see you man i’m gonna take off your whole f-cking top
your whole block on fire, you don’t wanna come outside
i should pull up to your job and commit homicide
but i’ma let it slide, yeah i’m gonna let it slide
until the day i see you with my mother f-cking eyes p-ssy
(someone go get the nuns man)
(he’s gonna need jesus christ to save his p-ssy -ss man, for real)
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