Nelson Perron, Curly Chuck - RAGE Lyrics

Okay
Bitch you fucking up my mood
I ain't got time for all this shit
We get to stomping out your tooth
If you ain't mobbing in this bitch
Now rage, rage, rage
Moshing in this pit
Like rage, rage, rage
Squash you like a zit
Bitch you fucking up my mood
I ain't got time for all this shit
We get to stomping out your tooth
If you ain't mobbing in this bitch
Now rage, rage, rage
Moshing in this pit
Like rage, rage, rage
Squash you like a zit
And I'm charged up, like a white cord
What's an i4, to a cyborg?
On the ninth floor, watching dyke porn
With some white whores, doing my chores
Take my dick out, watch em fight for it
And the winner gets to drink my life forms
All these diamonds on the watch on my arm
We ain't even got to turn the lights on
Walk up in the studio and brainstorm
I should have a motherfucking cape on
And the booth should have some yellow tape on
Every verse I spit should come with State Farm
Got new bitch that I only hit in the night time when the day's gone
I can only fuck her, I could never cuff her
Cause her face long like a Drake song, haha
I could make in a day what you make in a month
Sorry the speakers keep fucking up
I got some bodies on top of the bass in the trunk
My dick so big that she take it in portions
She eat it for breakfast then take it for lunch
Yeah she so little, I bet when she suck it
It probably look like she was facing a blunt
Bitch you fucking up my mood
I ain't got time for all this shit
We get to stomping out your tooth
If you ain't mobbing in this bitch
Now rage, rage, rage
Moshing in this pit
Like rage, rage, rage
Squash you like a zit
Bitch you fucking up my mood
I ain't got time for all this shit
We get to stomping out your tooth
If you ain't mobbing in this bitch
Now rage, rage, rage
Moshing in this pit
Like rage, rage, rage
Squash you like a zit
Now it's going down
We're keeping our foot on the gas
We whipping and swerving it past ya
Word around town, Nvasion been coming up fast
Them boys really cold as Alaska
Get in the pit if you ready to rage
Fucking shit up every city and state
If you ain't keeping up better get in your place
Bitch you trying your luck if you testing the gang
Cause I been riding around the city every night
Just trying to relate to any other life form
Lately days I'm spending with my son
Cause he's the number one I'm making time for
Everyday I wake up hit the blunt
Then I get to running everything I grind for
Working hard but still we have some fun
And there really isn't shit that I would trade this life for
Better run, better run cause we here to invade
Stay clear here we go
Hear the drum duh duh dum
And the whole team here, and we back on the road
Got our back on the rope, snap back and we cracking a hoe
Then get back in the lab, and we packing a bong
Cause this shits been a drag, I'm just dragging along
Only here for a bit hope you're tagging along
Bitch you fucking up my mood
I ain't got time for all this shit
We get to stomping out your tooth
If you ain't mobbing in this bitch
Now rage, rage, rage
Moshing in this pit
Like rage, rage, rage
Squash you like a zit
Bitch you fucking up my mood
I ain't got time for all this shit
We get to stomping out your tooth
If you ain't mobbing in this bitch
Now rage, rage, rage
Moshing in this pit
Like rage, rage, rage
Squash you like a zit

Okay
Bitch you fucking up my mood
I ain't got time for all this shit
We get to stomping out your tooth
If you ain't mobbing in this bitch
Now rage, rage, rage
Moshing in this pit
Like rage, rage, rage
Squash you like a zit
Bitch you fucking up my mood
I ain't got time for all this shit
We get to stomping out your tooth
If you ain't mobbing in this bitch
Now rage, rage, rage
Moshing in this pit
Like rage, rage, rage
Squash you like a zit
And I'm charged up, like a white cord
What's an i4, to a cyborg?
On the ninth floor, watching dyke porn
With some white whores, doing my chores
Take my dick out, watch em fight for it
And the winner gets to drink my life forms
All these diamonds on the watch on my arm
We ain't even got to turn the lights on
Walk up in the studio and brainstorm
I should have a motherfucking cape on
And the booth should have some yellow tape on
Every verse I spit should come with State Farm
Got new bitch that I only hit in the night time when the day's gone
I can only fuck her, I could never cuff her
Cause her face long like a Drake song, haha
I could make in a day what you make in a month
Sorry the speakers keep fucking up
I got some bodies on top of the bass in the trunk
My dick so big that she take it in portions
She eat it for breakfast then take it for lunch
Yeah she so little, I bet when she suck it
It probably look like she was facing a blunt
Bitch you fucking up my mood
I ain't got time for all this shit
We get to stomping out your tooth
If you ain't mobbing in this bitch
Now rage, rage, rage
Moshing in this pit
Like rage, rage, rage
Squash you like a zit
Bitch you fucking up my mood
I ain't got time for all this shit
We get to stomping out your tooth
If you ain't mobbing in this bitch
Now rage, rage, rage
Moshing in this pit
Like rage, rage, rage
Squash you like a zit
Now it's going down
We're keeping our foot on the gas
We whipping and swerving it past ya
Word around town, Nvasion been coming up fast
Them boys really cold as Alaska
Get in the pit if you ready to rage
Fucking shit up every city and state
If you ain't keeping up better get in your place
Bitch you trying your luck if you testing the gang
Cause I been riding around the city every night
Just trying to relate to any other life form
Lately days I'm spending with my son
Cause he's the number one I'm making time for
Everyday I wake up hit the blunt
Then I get to running everything I grind for
Working hard but still we have some fun
And there really isn't shit that I would trade this life for
Better run, better run cause we here to invade
Stay clear here we go
Hear the drum duh duh dum
And the whole team here, and we back on the road
Got our back on the rope, snap back and we cracking a hoe
Then get back in the lab, and we packing a bong
Cause this shits been a drag, I'm just dragging along
Only here for a bit hope you're tagging along
Bitch you fucking up my mood
I ain't got time for all this shit
We get to stomping out your tooth
If you ain't mobbing in this bitch
Now rage, rage, rage
Moshing in this pit
Like rage, rage, rage
Squash you like a zit
Bitch you fucking up my mood
I ain't got time for all this shit
We get to stomping out your tooth
If you ain't mobbing in this bitch
Now rage, rage, rage
Moshing in this pit
Like rage, rage, rage
Squash you like a zit