Road Rage

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ROAD RAGE
BY: COOP
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ROAD RAGE
GET UP OUT MY WAY
GET UP OUT MY WAY

ROAD RAGE
GET UP OUT MY WAY
GET UP OUT MY WAY
ROAD RAGE

VERSE 1

DRIVIN
PULL THE FUCK OVER
GET OUTTA MY WAY
FLYIN

DOUBLE THE LIMIT
When im on the highway
Switchin lanes at a high rate

Twitchin
Enriched in road rage
Steering wheel vibrates
Its givin me a migrane

Motha fucka what you think your doin?
This cock sucka tri-ed eluding
Cut ME off i WONT LET THIS go
Curse words commin out the window

Now hes claimin
That his back aches

Comme on
For fuck sake
This gonna cost cake

Split second
All it takes
Cock suckas
Writin down my plate

Now im livid
And bloods pumpin
My insurance
Won't cover nothing

(break)

Retain my strength
Think he lost an eyeball
Face so displaced
When scrapped off the asphalt
The longer i wait
Kill-ings just protocol
Watch him crawl
Clothes covered with ethanol

Cigarette case
I reached to light one
Present a straight face
If not
He might run
The smoke i waiste
Was thrown to light em
When-i-got road rage
Extremes my outcome

(break ends)

Actin timid
And no ones commin
Ideas been twisted
And i ain't runnin
Ya shouda listened
Coulda saw this commin
Stop sign ya missed
An ya had to be rushin

Now im the only one punish-in

Fat fuck lookin for a muffin, an
Blast em
Its time
To get rough with em
But im past the point
And there ain't no stoppin him

Reach for the crow bar
And just started choppin em
Im out so far
The police won't be stoppin in
I jumped in the car
Reveresed over top of him
Thats it, grabb a brick
Someone
Might be watchin in

Now squished
I reach for the stick shift
The car and the body
I need to ditch this
Over a cliff, shift
Into a ditch, bitch
Son of a bitch

(HOOK)

3rd verse

(Bradster X)
Well if you know me
I dont drive
No liscense
So i ride
Passenger
Back into us
Its your own life

I won't be a nice guy
You see me
I might try
To piss in your skylight
Or blindside your fine wife

A common thing
To flash those headlights
In the dead of night
Im seeing red like a ruby ring
Who are you fuckin kidding
Manuvering
Threw the city
Are you too fuckin busy
On your cell phone to see me

Well im walking where i wanna walk
You talk how your gonna talk
Hit me bitch
Your ensurance that I'll surely call
Ensures me that ill surely ball
By the end
Your girly is my booty call
Road rage