Grav-Man - Rage (Remix) lyrics
[Verse 1: Gravity] f** em all the worlds full of c*nts I'm seeing red , must be my time of the month Look when i b**h and rant they just sh** their pants So they fix a plan for when rick switches up Sadistic guy with a twitching eye I'm twice the size, hyped with kitchen knife I handed the bible to satan, got handed an apron So i could try the pie in the sky Argh there's so much pissing me off Just k** me now f** all this k**ing me soft And before i go i'm causing world war 3 Havoc in the streets whether they listen or not What the f** do you expect from me Tremor man's house when i step to wreck their street The next to blow nobody was expecting me They left the lead technically they set me free So f** it yeah It's down to them i got strength of a thousand men Let them clowns pretend Cos grav man's gone mad again And i can't stand the stench Of that 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 back here So you best watch ya front or watch your back Ur useless plans won't even move your hand To your computer mouse You stupid clown I'll shoot u down If u ever try move to man So f** everyone who hates my sh** f** them, f** you and f** that b**h f** everything ten times over I've had enough s** my dick you f**ing pricks [Verse 2: Gravity] f** em they wanna release the beast Like I'm not already looking for mcs to feast When I'm angry they run come around me there done I'll be landing a punch straight to the c*nts teeth I'll stomp your head after 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 I try to stop the strike but nothing will work So please don't hype with grav I got more fight and bite than a tiger has If they really wanna try at ting with bring me down Cool i'll swing em round the sky more times than spider man Its 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 And start showing them beefing Shut your trap grav the don bad man speaking Leaving mcs in the past And spraying sicker than and deranged old nan with no teeth in They wanted the war so thats what i gave em Pagan f** em face straight to the pavement If they mention my name again ill take an aim Pop it off and leave their whole head top vacant So if you hate on rick rick hates on u If you take the mick then rick taking u 1 chance to run son so best make a move Cos sick ricks here he's not just making tunes You know i 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** hooked with the coke flow But now they're popping my lines