Jump Jump

Lyrics

[Intro] Fuck that shit I wanna see you jump That's right, I wanna see you jump Fuck em [Verse 1] I wanna see you jump Stomping on a land mine Welcome to the mind flu son You can have my many challengers Through the vine Feeling entwined High calibre babbler that you might find One step away from the beggar in your cash line Claiming that you spit gold But through the brash light Sweet it is to lie on the green grass From the other side Trying to look in at what he has Slave to the weed back Love girls but leave snacks Not the kind of stain to be known in your next fax This is hip-hop All I got left Through the page I express "Loving you to the death" Feeling blessed Even though it seems like we're cursed From the shadows of my heart; Sometimes I see worse So I burst No longer concealing the rage Fuck a reason the demon's released from the page [Hook] Yeah, I wanna see you jump (jump) Bruck out don't beat up that chump (chump) 'Cause I'm getting sick of getting treated like a cunt And the feeling is fucked An' I'm building it up son So, I think I wanna see you jump (jump) Bruck out go beat up that chump (punk) [Verse 2] I'm sick to death of seeing her with a bag o' piss And a train of thought about as empty as my pocket is Been clocking his hip hop And his shit sprouting Don't run away Still hear my old man shouting Doubting the world since I first got double crossed Double headed coin toss And every triple love loss But at what cost? Now I'm right on the edge Dark pictures in my head Bish bosh now he's dead Made me paranoid as fuck And the weed don't help At the gates of my destiny Stone cold I learned It's the hell stones, help! Thundering from the skies For the sins I've committed All the bacc All the lies Still high But I'm gonna be exactly who I am Start devising a plan Middle finger to the man Through the riddle I expand Cause we all feel like this sometimes A prisoner in our own minds [Hook] Yeah, I wanna see you jump (jump) Bruck out don't beat up that chump (chump) 'Cause I'm getting sick of getting treated like a cunt And the feeling is fucked An' I'm building it up son So, I think I wanna see you jump (jump) Bruck out go beat up that chump (punk) [Outro] Naive on the beats From a Scarecrow's perspective