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jump off - bandit lyrics

i’m ready for war, designed for more
than just the k!lling floor, but for you i can’t decide whether to draw
out my b*tton, it’s red. what’s its function?
to k!ll you with my super powered f*cking conjunctions
your little ass is beat, go back to the gym
instead of trying to make beats, b*tch you ain’t like him
you’re too dim to understand how the f*ck i will win
i’m a muscly motherf*cker, you just short and slim
your ass is insecure, ready to withdraw
but instead of chasing more, you just fall flat on the floor
just open up the door to the next life
where you might just have two children and an ex wife
but you’ve f*cked yourself over with that lame hairdo
you’re looking like mickey, are you about to stage a coup
against my people, against the culture
you’re so unfunny like robert loggia
you’re about to feel the wrath of a motherf*cking menace
and you can’t compete, just f*ck off to venice
beach or somewhere of the like
where the people are like you, pasty and white
see the sights and feel the lights
of the police car chasing you its so bright
til you reach the top of the bridge at the end of the road
and jump off before letting the cops reload yeah

ever since you were a kid you’ve been a little sh*t
treating poor women like they’re your bottom b*tch
you think we’d ever forget about year nine?
where you dated a year seven, no we weren’t blind
to your perviness, desperation, trying to hold information
of how to treat a girl
but the way you acted makes me wanna f*cking hurl
i wouldn’t be surprised if you turn out h0m*s*xual
i wouldn’t be mad but stop touching me or i’ll punch your skull
it’s not only me, but the other girls who’re scared of you
you gotta stop now before the police get involved too
you say i have a godd*mn inflated ego?
you just need to stop acting so depressed amigo
then you’ll see the world in a better light yeah threefold
and you’ll be happy all your days til you get old
but will you get old? who the f*ck knows
what if you put that shotgun up next to your nose
or what if you see that tall building over there
and you jump off with your blood spilling out crystal clear yeah
it’s time for a third verse no, i’m not done yet
surely some of this has sunk into your egg*shaped head?
though nothing much goes through that empty brain
when you come to school, what the f*ck do you gain?
a sense of social life, of normalcy? doesn’t seem likely
you’re not liked by others, only harper and me
you haven’t joined the motherf*cking excellence club
you got a merit and we don’t take no scrubs
maybe you should back off and let us take the dub
spend your hours scrolling up and down the hub
i hope and pray that your toe will get stubbed
and i f*cking hate the way you think you get snubbed
everytime you get left out of mine and harpers sh*t
we just tryna have fun, you just trying to hit
on our ego, on our excellence level
don’t compete with our f*cking heavy metal
brains, so f*ck off back to your motherf*cking grave
or jump off that bridge, while your mum calls out your name
oh you thought i was done? nah i’m just kidding
i hope that gun is loaded and your brain the bullet hitting
yuh

i’m about to bring out my friends for this next verse
boutta list all the f*ckers who wanna see you in a he*rs*
harper, tyler, javier, jacob
mickey and mr. wellman they don’t wanna see you make it
ari and brayden, ayaan and bronson
wanna see your ass dead, surrounded by your mum, son
and family, lowkey a tragedy
get the f*ck out of the game before i make another rhapsody
i may not be the most liked f*cker in the room
but at least people like my f*cking stories, not you
i can’t believe you think you got sh*t on me
you ain’t got receipts, you only got your own cp
on your pc, you can see me
looking through your sh*t, i can’t sign no peace treaty
should i look through your f*cking lastfm
there’s some sh*t on there that makes you look like the f*cking enem*
*y, can you believe it? so hard to see
so shut the f*ck up ‘bout my family til you see the green
lights of heaven, this track i’m blessing
you can f*ck off with your f*cking kiddy messing
and stick to the kindies with your childhood crushes
ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
jump off that bridge, give us all ‘drenaline rushes
yeah
i’m still going, gotta keep my creative juices flowing
you think i’m boutta stop, sh*t imma keep on rolling
i’m the bizkit, yeah i’m the shiznit
making up words like i’m president business
no you can’t rap over f*cking hard beats
i’m the man that’ll make sure where it hurts it bleeds
you should f*ck off back to christchurch, n0body want you here
are you trying to p*ss off everyone that can hear?
i’m nearly reaching the end of the tape
i’m sure this song left your mouth agape
i’m not tryna say that you’re a foul abuser
but deep down inside you know you are a loser
ha, ha

this is the bandit
20*motherf*cking*24
random disclaimer!
you know i love you theo, i’m just messing, this is all fun and games
or is it?

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