RATES - WILD HD

Rates Promo Track. Lyrics - i scribble it up, attitude like not given a fuck rippin the mic like every single night not given it up i will kill for the thrill and a bit of the fun im fucken nuts go inside like im destined for it, this time of the night man its best to ignore it stress less when i press record get my thoughts out was a mess before but im set for war keep on talkin out ya mouth be rest assured i wont rest til i spread blood on everywall aint talkin in metaphors,u split first hit like a tennis bal shit line heard that before snap then i bash and smash the walls walk out the house leave an axe at the door temper is snappin not az anymore this aint a tragedy this is just actually part of my life when i give into gravity fall on the florr with a force and the porcelain breaks i just laugh in insanity cd drops go buy it at sanity check it out now hey wats happenin bitch suck my dick when im drivin travellin i wont lie girl u fly like javelion what have ya got bitchgirl yeh ur swaggers hot u wanna party wid me suck my dick and go n bash some cops wanna come and do a stick up with me girl and spend it large we only gonna have them greenbacks fuck a credit card IM FUCKEN WILD STILL WHO SAID I CHANGED NOW? WAT U THINKIN FOR A SECOND RATES WOULD LAY DOWN? IM FUCKEN LAUGHIN AT EM FAR AHEAD SO SLOW ME DOWN OBVIOUSLY IF YOU DONT KNOW ME THAT WELL THEN YOU KNOW ME NOW im spillin it raw, i feel im killin em all i was the biggest prick of em al id bash the other kids if he didnt give in or just give me the ball things that i thought about were, gettin an earn and id walk around hurt nothin to do but my ground work thinkin to rort the skinniest kid of em all kick with my shins n a shiv in the ribs n u fall get in a brawl since i could crawl ready for war u hearin my call im floatin with this flow im rappin like a drummer hits precision technique rappers couldnt fuck with this u thinkin of callin me out? u think i aint workin u out u think that im shit when ive written up hits that r splittin ya wig when i spit this ridicolous sound other crews we kickin you out sittin you down shoutin out how it is you couldnt live how i love sniff the fucken powder bitch funny how they turn into some hoes and then get out there tits when rates or kerse about to jump on stage or about to spit a maniac with rappin attackin all of ya thought up patterns shouldnt of left me here alone with myself of course im snappin