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• Written by RivR
Shit!
What's going on man
Whats the fucks happening!
(It's happening)//Demon
Is this really happening?
(It's happening)//Demon
I was ran into the ground, yeah down without a doubt
My whole life I feel like I've been trying to shout
Above the others who wanna drop the bodies
There's another new count in the house
I'm tired of running around
with my head cut off
And you all still remember how
You had all those people
Who followed you, then they turned around
And came back to me
Probably you don't know how
You don't know now what I knew then
I'll hit you down from my balcony so you hit the ground
Then I'll just do it again
My brains a motherfucking powerhouse
When all of the sudden you suddenly power down
I still clown around
Like I got my mouth turned 'round
Constant rain pouring down on my head
Cause I got all these clouds around
Me and I'm motherfucking proud
That I can keep up and shout (ahhh!)
I'll never be snuffed out
Tough now
I mustard enough round
I ain't loud enough to get up and stack
Raps, to tell us that
Im back
With a new way
to attack
A new tac-tic, I don't need a motherfucking tic tac
I'll just go click clack and blow your ass back
I had an idea when I first glanced at
MY own rappad not the one online
but one of mine that I
have in my own backpack
I just write rap and I can't top it
I can't stop this knack I have
A hidden talent that
I'm tapping into to smash
And trash your house into a pile of crap
I think I'm wack-o
But I'm only a psychopath
Now feel my wrath, hoe
So just tell me what you want to do
I have plenty of my own issues
to continue my sniffing into these tissues
I ain't gonna do
Nothing with you
I'll strap my jetpack
And up then I flew
Blowing up in the game like I'm a c2
stick a dynamite
I want to kinda write
But I want to find the right
beat to rap to despite
Frightening lightening that comes as I'm flying
Goodbye man I think I'm dying
Just kidding I ain't gonna give in without fighting
You can try to shine some light on my writing
But it's hiding out in the night, jeez
No worries, just squeeze these pussies
Till they scream
I'm extreme
I'm in your dreams because
You can't believe
That I'm gonna cleave your head in half
Like it's just a breeze
I'm the motherfucking bees knees bitch
And I am the freezing feeling your get when
Your cold as fuck
All your warmth is seeping
To me and thats' what I'm eating
Feeding on your hatred, it's my way of recieving
I'm a reciever
I'm a keeper
I'm a dreamer
I'm a Preacher
I'm a dealer
I'm a techer
Im a motherfucking seizure
And I don't need your fits
You can try and keep chipping
away at like you're a beaver
I'm the grim reaper
I only reap the shit for the benefit
It's permanent
You can fall down off a cliff
And splaater all over the pavement
I don't give a shit
If I did then I wouldn't spit
And I wouldn't quit
I wouldn't shit on your raps
Like a dick
Or a bitch
Never lose, you gotta win
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About the Artist
RivR
Member since October 28 2015