Jump Jump - Leaf Dog

Fuck that shit

I wanna see you jump

Thats right, I wanna see you jump

Fuck em

I wanna see you jump

Stomping on a land mine

Welcome to the mind flu son

You can have my many challengers

Through the vine

Feeling entwined

High caliber babbler that you might find

One step away from the beggar in your cash line

Claiming that you spit gold

But through the brash light

Sweet it is to lie on the green grass

From the other side

Trying to look in at what he has

Slave to weed bacc

Love girls but leave snacks

Not the kind of stain to be known in your next fax

THIS IS HIP HOP!

all i got left

Through the page I express

«Loving you to the death»

Feeling blessed

Even though it seems like a curse

From the shadows of my heart;

Sometimes I see worse

So i burst

No longer concealing the rage

Fuck a reason the demon’s released from the page

Yeah, I wanna see you jump (jump)

Bruck out dont beat on that chump (chump)

Cos I’m getting sick of getting treated like a cunt

And the feeling is fuck

An' I’m building it up son

So, I think I wanna see you jump (jump)

Bruck out go beat up that chump (punk)

I’m sick to death of seeing her with a bag o' piss

And a train a thought about as empty as my pocket is

Been clocking his hip hop

And his shit sprouting

Don’t run away

Still hear my old man shouting

Doubted the world since I first got double crossed

Double headed coin toss

And every triple love loss

But at what cost?

Now I’m right on the edge

Dark pictures in my head

Bish bosh now he’s dead

Made me paranoid as fuck

And the weed don’t help

At the gates of my destiny

Stone cold

I learned

Its the hell stones, help!

Thunder in from the skies

For the sins I’ve commited

All the bacc

All the lies

Still high

But I’m gonna be exactly who I am

Start devising a plan

Middle finger to the man

Throught the riddle I expand

Cause we all feel like this sometimes

A prisoner in our own minds

Yeah, I wanna see you jump (jump)

Bruck out dont beat on that chump (chump)

Cos I’m getting sick of getting treated like a cunt

And the feeling is fuck

An' I’m building it up son

So, I think I wanna see you jump (jump)

Bruck out go beat up that chump (punk)

From a Scarecrow’s perspective