Anthony G. Grandinetti - Jump-in (Freestyle) Lyrics

Seems typical of the American family at home
Children at play, unaware of approaching disaster

I think I got a chance to make it right again
There's too many words, am I a writer man
I can't even pump the brakes on the biker rims
Bout to make a swing through the town like I be spider man
Guess who's back as a rapper and yes it's actually happening
The immaculate bastard is comin' back in the Vatican
Thanks for askin' but your questions practically never matter bitch
I ain't havin' it, I'll snap and kill you back like an accident, I am
Just a butcher, I'll slaughter you into halves again
And put you back into an open casket
So your dad can get the last look at seein' what happened
I'm even bad or even worse than Jeffrey Dahmer, Jack the Ripper, or Eddy Gien
I'm 'bout to just let my shit loose
Better call up Isa to see if maybe she'll lend me views
I'm steppin' over to who, what did he say he would do
No way in hell I be gettin' dissed by a phony like you
Ah shit

You 'bout to get a whole ear full, I'm here 'til
Someone shuts me up but I'll never be fearful
I'm tryin' to steer my car but it's like gettin' rear pulled
Scary how I had nine beers though
The only pressure that I get, is when I am peered, yo
Watch me find a bitch, searchin' back at this year's show
I'll probably f*ck her, then kick her out of my damn sight
Kind'a like that Chiefs runnin' back, who took a kick like a field goal

I know you probably tired of seeing
So many white ass MC's, who think that they all they can be
But the difference between me and them other rappers you see
Is I don't rap about the money nor drip or the lean
I rap about stupid shit, that's sort'a mixed in between
The personal shit or the fact that I ain't ever succeed
But f*ck what you need, I'm tired of this beggin' and greed
You can suck my f*ckin' dick straight from your hands and your knees
So glue your face to the scree, I'm basically as great as it's seems
I'm patiently waitin' my fame to hit the sake of TV
You won't embrace it as me, I'm takin' the game to extreme
You just a fake f*cking Shady hatin' on rappers who clean
Oh man, I'm sorry to be so f*ckin' angry and green
I just hate that I see so many players that be, like f*ck it
I'll make a track that only captures the beat
Mumble through your raps, actin' like you barely can read
But look

Ariana needs her ass in checked
Cause her bastard ex almost took like his last of breaths
She's been pullin' the same shit since Mac has left
Keep tellin' yourself that it was just an accident
I guess these relationships are f*ckin' wack as shit
One day you fallin' in love, the next you askin' him you space
Nobody can imagine this
You lose trace of the fact of what's happening

I'm only bashin' these artists I know are fake and retarded
Take their smartest remarks for the f*ckin' sake of restarting
I'm gettin' hard as a mother f*cker, you see what you started
Don't even bother, I don't even wanna deal with your garbage
I'm gettin' tired of y'all f*cks not thinkin' I'm tough
I'll shove a bomb up a pregnant sluts butt and let it erupt
F*ck Trump, I got balls to walk to that cunt
Pull down my f*ckin' trunks and proceed to takin' a dump
No one's safe when I'm on the hunt takin' pictures of you
I'm the simplest dude, feelin' like I've been misconstrued
Holdin' a gun to your temple, wishin' I listened to you
F*ck the gun, I'll use a freakin' knife and stick it in you
Come back an hour later l with some salt and sprinkle the wound
Pack my bags, I'm 'bout to leave, I got some business to do
Callin' out them local artists, I ain't finished with you
I got the mic, ready to shoot like I'm Nicholas Cruz, ooh

Was that a bit too soon
I guess I got carried away from all the shit that I do
But don't get it confused though, you can do what you do
And I won't bother you unless you give me a reason to, you f*cking
Whatever