Bucked Up
• Written by Demise
//chourus
lets see how you like me now
kings coming through take a fucking bow
raps so heavy hit you in the dome knock you out
your raps are nasty sauerkraut
knocking on your door pull the pistol blow
//verse1
yo love me or hate me fuck all you fake gs
im coming up from real streets got a lighter on deck
when i rip through the projects you know ima flex
bring the giants and the jets lets see who wins this ball game
ima reach the fame while you niggas buckin up
ima screech the name while you niggas fuckin up
your raps...they suck needa little touchin up
you say i rap about nothin uh
//chorus(x2)
lets see how you like me now
kings coming through take a fucking bow
raps so heavy hit you in the dome knock you out
your raps are nasty sauerkraut
knocking on your door pull the pistol blow
//verse2
yea pull the pistol blow
boy listen to what i said i'm a real g from real streets
your just a 23 yer old who still beats his meat
get with the program jeez you don't know pain
till the cops say freeze you don't know rain till
your umbrella breaks this raps filled with fakes
and ima make it real till im 6 feet deep and coffins sealed
gotta pay the bills so ill stick to rap till i can afford a meal
hope i get big get this record deal i don't know how i feel
but all i know is i cant show the blow my bank accounts froze
again these beats are my sins so ima cleanse by rapping my repents
till im perfectly heaven sent what i meant was fuck the tint
you can see my face smoking green laced but based on my rap sheet
ill be making hits till im 73
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Demise
Member since June 28 2015