Scrap from Decide by Seventh

STEPPING IN YOUR FACE AND YOU COME UP RUSHEN
YOUR ON A POWER TRIP AND YOUR TRY’N TO DUSTEM
YOU’RE A BIG MOTHER FUCKER AND I’M AT YOU TOE TOE
ONE SMASH YOUR IN THE KNOW

LAUNCHING FROM THE FLOOR YOU BOB DOBALEANER
SLAPPED ME FROM BEHIND LIKE A LITTLE BALLARINA----BITCH
SCRAPING WITH THE CHAMP , WAS YOUR WORST MISTAKE
AND NEVER REPAY WHAT YOU CANNOT MAKE

NOW ALL BETS ARE OFF AND YOUR FUCKING DEAD
THE FUCK WHAT THEY TALK ABOUT I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID
WITH MIRROR ACTION AND MY WING WONG STYLE
I HIT YOU SO HARD YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE KYLE

TURNING SHADE I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD
YOU TOOK A SECOND BREATH AND YOU CAME BACK RED
BEING A TYPE OF GENTLEMAN I EXTENDED ARM
A SHORT UPPER CUT AND A SOLID FOREARM

USING YOUR PYCHIROTY YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE PEDIETRY
SPINNING ALL YOUR WAYS AND TELLING ALL YOUR LIETRY
YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT QUIET FOR SILIENCE IS A VIRTUE
BUT NO NO YOU MADE ME HURT YOU..

CRASHEN TO THE FLOOR LIKE A MOTHER FUCK
YA EGO DROPS WHEN I SLAY IT TO YOU ONE MORE TIME PUNK

LIKE THE SAYING GOES , BULLSHIT STOPS WHEN THE MONIES UP
WORKED YOU SO GOOD YOU LOOK LIKE A PAPER CUP
STEPPING ON YOUR FACE I COMING UP WINNING
YOU DANCE WITH THE CHAMP YOU MUST BE GRINNING

• Alternative
• industrial rock alternative
• Newcastle