G.Tank - Rage lyrics
(f** 'em all, the world's full of c*nts So I'm seeing red, must be my time of the month) [Verse 1: Gravity] f** 'em all, the world's full of c*nts So I'm seeing red, must be my time of the month Look, when I b**h and rant, they just sh** their pants And they fix a plan for when this switches off So this the guy with a twitching eye I'm twice the size, hyped with a kitchen knife Handed a bible to satan, and got handed an apron so I could try the pie in the sky, what (what) So much pissing me off Just k** me now, f** all this k**ing me soft Before I go I'm causing world war three Havoc in the street, whether they listen or not (what) What the f** do you expect from me? Try my mind, times, when I step to wreck the street And next a blow, nobody expecting me They left a lead, technically, they set me free (SO) f** it, yeah, stand to them I got strength of a thousand men Let them clowns pretend Cause Grav' man gone mad again And I can't stand the stench of their mad house I left No one's ever gonna be sending me back there Taking me down with them, making the facts clear I'm raving it out for now, I'm a down and out And I'll stand and shout "Grav' man's back here" So you best watch your front and watch your back Your useless fans won't even move your hand To you computer mouse, you stupid clown I'll shoot you down if you ever try move to mine So f** everyone who hates my sh** f** them, f** you, and f** that b**h f** everyone ten times over I've had enough s** my dick you f**ing pricks (f**ing pricks) (f** 'em, they wanna release the beast Like I'm not already looking for MC's to feast) [Verse 2: Gravity] f** 'em, they wanna release the beast Like I'm not already looking for MC's to feast When my mind's really bonkers, my mind really dumb He'll be landing a punch straight to the c*nt's teeth I'll stomp your head off while f**ing your bird Straight up I'm f**ed while you're there puffing the herb I be k**ing the haters dead, hitting up raves again Try stop the strike but nothing could work (SO) Please don't hype with Grav' I've got more fight and bite than a tiger has If they really want to try and tick off, bringing me down I'll swing 'em round the sky more times than Spider-Man It's Grav' gravel, the big don Savile The big Rick who's so sick they won't tackle I want battles, but these punks won't show So watch me round up livestock like cattle Start showin' them beefin' Shut your trap, Grav' the dumb bad man's speakin' Leaving MC's in the past And spraying sicker than a deranged old nan with no teeth in They wanted war so that's what I gave 'em Pay them, f** 'em, face straight to the pavement Mention my name again, and I'll take an aim Pump it off and leave their headtops vacant If you hate Rick, then Rick hates you If you take the mic then Rick's taking you One chance to run son, best make a move Cause sick Rick here is not just making tunes I'll come back like spunk on her spine I write bars all night never watching the time I'm the guy they tried to stop spitting my sh** Hulk with a cold flow , not a bump in my lines (f** 'em all, the world's full of c*nts So I'm seeing red, must be my time of the month f** 'em, they wanna release the beast Like I'm not already looking for MC's to feast) f** 'em all, the world's full of c*nts So I'm seeing red, must be my time of the month, look f** 'em, they wanna release the beast Like I'm not already looking for MC's to feast f** 'em all, the world's full of c*nts So I'm seeing red, must be my time of the month, look f** 'em all, f** 'em all, F-F-F-F-f** 'em all (f** 'em all)