Bounce Back
• Written by VladimirGrimm
VladimirGrimm's Notes
Wait for the bass to kick in, the flow is a little like Tyler's, so don't try too hard to match it. I've had writer's block for a while now, but I think has brought me back in. I needed a darker rap I guess.
When I'm rapping, I grab some lube and flick the mic on while I'm fapping,
Shut your flapping little fucking mouth before I have to smack you,
My stamina is back to back, you're jerkin' with a flaccid package.
If you step to me, your balls will meet my spastic stabbage.
You withered like some cabbage,
lettuce (Let us) fuck your bitch and rip some babbage.
Until my lungs collapse, I will never kick this habit.
You used to have it, sick flow mixed with a tone you'd think was rabid,
But you said fuck the game and hopped away like you're a rabbit.
I guess you never really cared for the endless chase of fame,
You wanted school to bring you up, learning shit was in your brain,
Education DNA, You thought I put my age to waste,
Because "Rapping has no fucking point, It all just sounds the same"
Well how am I sounding now, with your speakers blaring loud,
Bumping every track I make, and yet you say that you ain't proud,
Fucking worm, Didn't think that I would see straight through your shroud,
You basically gave me the septar, where's the fucking crown?
We both were from the same town, both grew up and headed down,
Like a fucking astronaut above the clouds, breaks the barrier of sound.
Both had bitches that we loved, both of them had given up,
On trying to pull us out our mental state, who gave a fuck?
Definitely not fucking us, both content with fucking up,
Every day we gobbled drugs, in the night we hassled plugs,
And when twilight came we morphed into monsters needing blood.
Now I'm stuck, rapping over beats just ain't enough,
Ever since my damn producer got thrown into cuffs,
And you are dead off in some state because you ate a hooker's muff.
I guess I'll wait until my fate decides I've had it rough,
It'll kill me off and who will know? Push may come to shove,
I just hope that when I die I see the heaven up above,
Burst into a burning flame, because my soul can't toughen up.
Lucifer, he calls my name, and well...I've given up.
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VladimirGrimm
Member since March 24 2014