Rap, Erm... A rap? |
Rap, Erm... A rap? |
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Just when I was five,
My grandad was still livin' alive, But now he's dead, Restin' in a grave, He's now made his bed, So now all we gotta do is pray, Hope he's okay, Don't worry, Lifes gotta move on, He's not here anymore, He's totally flat gone, A nice guy, he was, But that the past now, You gotta move on, It's been to long, Gotta get over it, Fallin' fifty feet, You finally hit the bottom, Rock hard bottom, You gotta keep movin', Before they catch you next, Already taken him, He don't want you hurt, Scrub off the dirt, Keep on movin' along, He's gone, but he still sees, Bumble bees, in the trees, Watching you do every move, You gotta run before they catch you, They already caught him, There only one thing you can do, Is hate who done it, So just do it, Don't take no crap, Don't **** about, Rap about that, Twisted losers don't matter if your life, So get off the ground and pull out ya knife. |
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