Jump Jump
[Intro]
Fuck that shit
I wanna see you jump
That's right, I wanna see you jump
Fuck em
[Verse 1]
I wanna see you jump
Stomping on a land mine
Welcome to the mind flu son
You can have my many challengers
Through the vine
Feeling entwined
High calibre babbler that you might find
One step away from the beggar in your cash line
Claiming that you spit gold
But through the brash light
Sweet it is to lie on the green grass
From the other side
Trying to look in at what he has
Slave to the weed back
Love girls but leave snacks
Not the kind of stain to be known in your next fax
This is hip-hop
All I got left
Through the page I express
"Loving you to the death"
Feeling blessed
Even though it seems like we're cursed
From the shadows of my heart;
Sometimes I see worse
So I burst
No longer concealing the rage
Fuck a reason the demon's released from the page
[Hook]
Yeah, I wanna see you jump (jump)
Bruck out don't beat up that chump (chump)
'Cause I'm getting sick of getting treated like a cunt
And the feeling is fucked
An' I'm building it up son
So, I think I wanna see you jump (jump)
Bruck out go beat up that chump (punk)
[Verse 2]
I'm sick to death of seeing her with a bag o' piss
And a train of thought about as empty as my pocket is
Been clocking his hip hop
And his shit sprouting
Don't run away
Still hear my old man shouting
Doubting the world since I first got double crossed
Double headed coin toss
And every triple love loss
But at what cost?
Now I'm right on the edge
Dark pictures in my head
Bish bosh now he's dead
Made me paranoid as fuck
And the weed don't help
At the gates of my destiny
Stone cold
I learned
It's the hell stones, help!
Thundering from the skies
For the sins I've committed
All the bacc
All the lies
Still high
But I'm gonna be exactly who I am
Start devising a plan
Middle finger to the man
Through the riddle I expand
Cause we all feel like this sometimes
A prisoner in our own minds
[Hook]
Yeah, I wanna see you jump (jump)
Bruck out don't beat up that chump (chump)
'Cause I'm getting sick of getting treated like a cunt
And the feeling is fucked
An' I'm building it up son
So, I think I wanna see you jump (jump)
Bruck out go beat up that chump (punk)
[Outro]
Naive on the beats
From a Scarecrow's perspective