B3ric - Raging Rapids paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Raging Rapids - B3ric



I'm about to fuck this place up leave in blood
Put you in the bottom of a ditch in a flash flood
You see me now how I extinguish the game
Your a moth I am a flame different the same
Attracted to me but you best check yourself
Right before you go and draw go deck yourself
Or I'll use a spade and bury your heart
Deep after I club you I have diamond art
Because my shit is sharp and hard
So you better go and raise your guard
Pimp slap from the back is when you corrupt
So these days I leave you dazed yous a pup
I am a D-O-G to the main in my Lab Coat
Leave my nuts on ya chin to your throat
So when I am around don't mess with the goat
Land Pirate so I can sink and unfloat ya boat
So watch out with eyes in the back of yo head
Cuz I'll leave you like a pencil, (what) full of lead
I be on my shit through night and day
That is why I lay and remain to stay
I haven't stopped so why would I let you intervene
I don't give you guys fucks when I'm mean
It makes me glad when I become mad
That forces bad muthafuckas to make you sad
Dawg let me go
We live in a world of these spray opposites
We are, we are, we are spray diligent
Nuh uh, they say we ain't real excellent
Uh huh, we are, we are, we are luck by no miracle, uh huh
Cuz we ain't who they are
You best run yourself
Or we'll come gun yourself
Cuz we ain't who you are
You best protect yourself
Or we'll come wreck yourself
With our raging rapids of our waves
I just started but these muthafuckas want me to quit
Bitch you think but you ain't heard shit
You think you think but that's only a thought
I don't care who you are, your forehead can get a (red) dot
Real G's become busters they belong in a river
I gotta be and I hate to be the bad news giver
But fucking with mine is indeed quite the blunder
I will baptize you but hold your head under
Unlike a pastor I am much faster when I rob an' plunder
I create thunder, I am the master of natural disasters
"Stop" "No" an' "Don't"(aw fuck man) is tha shit you don't even think
Its just a dick like you and you stink
But pussies are my kink when I kill
And I fill full of nut while I need a gill
With my nuts on ya chin like a goatee
Because I am the greatest by A L-O-T
When I am on the beats I complete
Every single one of these crazy feats
10 of you can't compete with 1 of me
When I am in the zone I cut to the bone
Hard as I take advantage when I own
I drive through this game like fast food
You would compete with this power if you could
Stay hungry even when I'm full
Take your as mine like I'm with Tech-nine and a bull
Because Imma rip your face off, with just a cough
Dawg let me go
We live in a world of these spray opposites
We are, we are, we are spray diligent
Nuh uh, they say we ain't real excellent
Uh huh, we are, we are, we are luck by no miracle, uh huh
Cuz we ain't who they are
You best run yourself
Or we'll come gun yourself
Cuz we ain't who you are
You best protect yourself
Or we'll come wreck yourself
With our raging rapids of our waves
Lately it's just seemed that it is me against everybody
By the way I am enraged when I am engaged and bloody
With these battles from the cage
That come so rapid and rabid
It feels like I am jumping from one to another
It should be too much for a kid
But you fuckers ain't ready
I am more than just talking I ain't a teddy (bear)
Its constant this contest is full of congrats you petty
"It must be confusing but costly for you fuckers"
Im damn near making this for you suckers
And if you think i'm playing I am a player
In this life of a game that I am a slayer in
Straight hustler I make what I made
G in the house I carry my blade
Fronting on me from the back I'll leave you to rot
While I go home and already forgot
About you and why I was a boiling pot
Bitch stir and Imma dime ya
Quarter Imma, look like Ben-jamin
Amen can't compete to a pen-ny
Too many men starting to feel like 50
They want me to die, Shit
That ain't where I'll be, in a pit
You be ringing at the door bell
While you be well, stuck in your shell
You haven't been near my hell
Or even had my thoughts of tears
That I never had just smoke them in they rears
Or drown them on a beach or vacation
You an H to the O and I am evaporation
Why would I ever sit back when I run a generation



Writer(s): Beric Davis



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