Forthwrite - Ground Up lyrics
[Forthwrite - Ground Up lyrics]
Motherfucker (ha ha ha) da da da da (yeah)
Da da da (Forthwrite)
(For my homie Gs) Da da da (PEZ, 360)
Da da da (Ground Up) da da da da (PEZ, uh)
Da da da (yeah, yeah)
(Three-siddy motherfuckers) Da da da (okay)
Yo
Write my words at a show
'cause they're perfect to quote
All I need is bourbon and coke
And my verse will be dope
I got that averb mercellous
And murderous flow i only think that I'm the
Best because I'm certain, i know
I'm lurkin' but I'm not
Snatchin' purses for dough
I'm just cold so I'm tryna
Roll a person for clothes that's right mate
Gimme ya fuckin' shirt and your coat!
You too bitch
Go and get me a skirt and a robe!
And I'm always in the water
Since I purchased my boat
Not the beach, I've got a castle
I just circle my moat
When it comes to ridin' waves though
I'm learnin' the rope
So, to play it safe, I surf on the road
Last week, i found this canister of ooze
That had this permanent glow
So I gave it to my turtle
'cause I heard it would grow
I tried to feed it pizza but
It turned and said no
And then got injured ribs
Fightin' infant kids doing ninja kicks
Plus it couldn't flip
Which means that all the martial art moves in
The cartoons were just full of shit
It was hard
I had a little purple ninja turtle
It copped shit because it couldn't
Even spin in circles
Yo, today I bought myself a punching bag
I tried to hit it but it
Dodged and started punching back
After one attack
It went and grabbed a club and bat
And then, all just for fun
It smacked my back until my lungs collapsed
And, growin' up, I gotta say my mum was slack
She used to sleep in and
Never had our lunches packed
To keep it under wrap
She used to feed us tonnes of crap
Every single meal of every day
I ate was something fat
My mates told me go to Macca's
'cause the buns were flat
Still I only ate my burgers
Down at Hungry Jack's it wasn't personal
Was all because my tongue was hacked
Off so I had no taste buds
And had to trust the ads
(the burgers are better at Hungry Jack's)
They're those dudes you hate (ha ha, yeah)
Who you wanna kill (yeah)
You might hate our sound (fuck yeah)
But can't deny our skill
(that's right dickhead)
Those dudes you hate (word up, Ground Up)
And they're paid to love (uh, it's 360)
If you wanna (cover your mother)
You might never see us alive again
People say my image is wrong
I'm kickin' writtens while I'm
Sittin' in thongs
I'm sippin' Crisp with your missus
While you're rippin' a bong
And I heard you called me wack
When I was spittin' a song
Cool, that's your opinion but
Your opinion is wrong
Yo I'm sick of Earth and
Always hangin' with kids
Because I'm fed up with people
Like a cannibal is bitch, I'm that rich
I mack chicks for a day job
And Brad Pitt's my brother, yo
We came from the same box
Yeah, I was made hot
I've got a license to steal
So I'm finna get my name
Swapped to James Bond
I spend hours at a time watchin' Bay Watch
I've got a dirty mind that
Needs to be brainwashed
And I was workin' full-time at a cake shop
I hate jobs and fake coughs
To take the day off
And every day you'll see me
Sittin' in the same spot
Drinkin' from an empty cup and
Talkin' to a fake dog (sit)
To write an album, yo, it takes me an hour
If you don't like my shit then
I'll be playin' it louder
Plus I'm the best rapper that ever
Was or ever will be
So, if you want a sense if
Pride then you better kill me
It doesn't mean 'cause I dress
In hammocks and leather jackets
Like Lenny Kravitz that I'm
Just another trendy faggot
Yo, my balls are stressed and battered
'Cause every night, I'm stayin' up late
Trying to have sex with hammers
I'm a member addict, and that means
I'll sign up for every gym
Club and team and event you haven't
I'm the furtherest thing from a scumbag
I flew in Louis Vuitton to
Design me a cum rag yo, my life's a porno
And that's how I afford
Clothes from designer wardrobes
I wouldn't say my shit ain't
As tight as yours though
'Cause, I'm so fuckin' good I
Can rhyme in Morse Code
Like "beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, be-beep
Bop"
Ha ha ha, yeah, shout out to Steve Zudd
(da da da) yeah man (da da da)
I've said if before
We're the best rappers here (da da da)
I think it's startin' to sink in
You're startin' to fuckin' realise
(da da da da) pay respect faggots (da da da)
Get on your knees and wash my
Fuckin' feet with your hair (da da da)
You know the deal bitches (da da da)
Uh, Forthwrite, takin' over
Ground Up, yup, yup
Da da da (Forthwrite)
(For my homie Gs) Da da da (PEZ, 360)
Da da da (Ground Up) da da da da (PEZ, uh)
Da da da (yeah, yeah)
(Three-siddy motherfuckers) Da da da (okay)
Yo
Write my words at a show
'cause they're perfect to quote
All I need is bourbon and coke
And my verse will be dope
I got that averb mercellous
And murderous flow i only think that I'm the
Best because I'm certain, i know
I'm lurkin' but I'm not
Snatchin' purses for dough
I'm just cold so I'm tryna
Roll a person for clothes that's right mate
Gimme ya fuckin' shirt and your coat!
You too bitch
Go and get me a skirt and a robe!
And I'm always in the water
Since I purchased my boat
Not the beach, I've got a castle
I just circle my moat
When it comes to ridin' waves though
I'm learnin' the rope
So, to play it safe, I surf on the road
Last week, i found this canister of ooze
That had this permanent glow
So I gave it to my turtle
'cause I heard it would grow
I tried to feed it pizza but
It turned and said no
And then got injured ribs
Fightin' infant kids doing ninja kicks
Plus it couldn't flip
Which means that all the martial art moves in
The cartoons were just full of shit
It was hard
I had a little purple ninja turtle
It copped shit because it couldn't
Even spin in circles
Yo, today I bought myself a punching bag
I tried to hit it but it
Dodged and started punching back
After one attack
It went and grabbed a club and bat
And then, all just for fun
It smacked my back until my lungs collapsed
And, growin' up, I gotta say my mum was slack
She used to sleep in and
Never had our lunches packed
To keep it under wrap
She used to feed us tonnes of crap
Every single meal of every day
I ate was something fat
My mates told me go to Macca's
'cause the buns were flat
Still I only ate my burgers
Down at Hungry Jack's it wasn't personal
Was all because my tongue was hacked
Off so I had no taste buds
And had to trust the ads
(the burgers are better at Hungry Jack's)
They're those dudes you hate (ha ha, yeah)
Who you wanna kill (yeah)
You might hate our sound (fuck yeah)
But can't deny our skill
(that's right dickhead)
Those dudes you hate (word up, Ground Up)
And they're paid to love (uh, it's 360)
If you wanna (cover your mother)
You might never see us alive again
People say my image is wrong
I'm kickin' writtens while I'm
Sittin' in thongs
I'm sippin' Crisp with your missus
While you're rippin' a bong
And I heard you called me wack
When I was spittin' a song
Cool, that's your opinion but
Your opinion is wrong
Yo I'm sick of Earth and
Always hangin' with kids
Because I'm fed up with people
Like a cannibal is bitch, I'm that rich
I mack chicks for a day job
And Brad Pitt's my brother, yo
We came from the same box
Yeah, I was made hot
I've got a license to steal
So I'm finna get my name
Swapped to James Bond
I spend hours at a time watchin' Bay Watch
I've got a dirty mind that
Needs to be brainwashed
And I was workin' full-time at a cake shop
I hate jobs and fake coughs
To take the day off
And every day you'll see me
Sittin' in the same spot
Drinkin' from an empty cup and
Talkin' to a fake dog (sit)
To write an album, yo, it takes me an hour
If you don't like my shit then
I'll be playin' it louder
Plus I'm the best rapper that ever
Was or ever will be
So, if you want a sense if
Pride then you better kill me
It doesn't mean 'cause I dress
In hammocks and leather jackets
Like Lenny Kravitz that I'm
Just another trendy faggot
Yo, my balls are stressed and battered
'Cause every night, I'm stayin' up late
Trying to have sex with hammers
I'm a member addict, and that means
I'll sign up for every gym
Club and team and event you haven't
I'm the furtherest thing from a scumbag
I flew in Louis Vuitton to
Design me a cum rag yo, my life's a porno
And that's how I afford
Clothes from designer wardrobes
I wouldn't say my shit ain't
As tight as yours though
'Cause, I'm so fuckin' good I
Can rhyme in Morse Code
Like "beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, be-beep
Bop"
Ha ha ha, yeah, shout out to Steve Zudd
(da da da) yeah man (da da da)
I've said if before
We're the best rappers here (da da da)
I think it's startin' to sink in
You're startin' to fuckin' realise
(da da da da) pay respect faggots (da da da)
Get on your knees and wash my
Fuckin' feet with your hair (da da da)
You know the deal bitches (da da da)
Uh, Forthwrite, takin' over
Ground Up, yup, yup