m.m.o. - blowing up lyrics
(verse 1)
a 15 year old boy called ammunition , with a big ambition , and an intuition
he doesn’t really like school cause he doesn’t listens
and he doesn’t give a sh-t , like he loves p-ssing
but you can’t bring him down by a f-ckin grade
you can tell by the scr-pes in his denim
(verse 2)
this hostile youth needs to see a therapist
gets p-ssed off , now other peoples scared and sh-t
so he hides his emotions , he just tries to bury it
but if you saw into his mind you would see some scary sh-t
he very closed but the same time he’s always open
just waiting for a f-cker to slit his throaght then
(verse 3)
he likes girls , money , and motherf-ckin weed
but he can’t get any girls , money or f-ckin weed
his life’s a contradiction i know you f-ckers listening
i know the beat is cold as f-ck but please f-cking listen
because every time he opens his mouth and these words come out , it seems that noone gets it
(verse 4)
no true friends cause he’s always shuffling
mother is a soldier and he knows she’s always hustling
he doesn’t give 2 sh-ts to what you say i means nothing , to him because the thoughts in his head are rustling
back in forth like a frog in the gr-ss you can tell by the gash in his -ss that he doesn’t give a sh-t
(verse 5)
he’s going crazy cause he feels that no one f-ckin listens
parents aren’t together so he feels like there is something missing
a serious side of him , that no one ever f-ckin see’s
if his mother heard him rap than she would probably f-ckin heave
and if he can’t have rap then he would f-ckin leave , packing bags and sh-t
(verse 6 )
a wise man one said if it itches scratch it
so you mean that if i get mad grab a ratchet
go to school with a matic let it f-ckin happen
but thats not me , and i don’t even have the b-lls to have it
and you cannot grasp it , the idea going through my f-ckin brain like traffic
(verse 7)
he can’t be a kanye or jay-z
and for that it seems like everybody f-ckin hates me
when something go’s wrong then everybody seems to blame he
but he is f-ckin wild so they know they cannot tame the
his aim 3 ,]
but his lanes different
everyone that he hears rap is the same different
but this lames different
(verse 8 )
he doesn’t give a f-ck about a trend setter
hears the sh-t that signed people put out and he knows he’s better
kid with his own style snap back red sweater
the game is a b-tch but his focus is to go and get her
maybe he should write a letter maybe he should blow and sweat her
even though he’s knowing knowngly that he’s getting better
(verse 9)
this little f-ck isn’t very popular
people always challenge but many dont top with him
wants to make a song but they know he doesn’t pop with them
just like the f-gs who said he couldn’t like pop and them
he loves violence but he doesn’t have a gun to pop on them
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(verse 10 )
he’s smart for his age a spark on his page
that page from that spark from his age just start up his rage
he’s try his hardest to gauge the anger from inside of him
got a bit better in spittoon now people riding him
he’s want to k!ll em all even if its suicide and then
he just posidens them
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