A song by Jimmie Baker, @JimmieBakerthe3rd (Soundcloud) @JimmieBaker3rd (Twitter & Youtube), AKA @SoWeirdBoy (Youtube)
CURB - a song
Rub your face in the dirt putting salt where it hurts
You can cry and you can whine you don’t know you fuel my mind
Racist faker angry hater, make you scratch yourself with hangers
Stab to kill and shoot to hobble you keep talking gobble gobble
Keep it up and spit out your tongue I’m ready to see you done
You better run fast, I’m coming after you
Worse than a theatre slasher true
Your walking blind and your leading too
Carpets pulled and you break and bruise
Keep it up and get punched out
You deserve the curb in your mouth
You deserve the curb in your mouth
I saw you making life harder for her I saw you hit her
And slap and curse, I saw you drink your pain away
I saw you leave for work today. Don’t worry I only want you
And by tonight everyone will too
Asking have you seen him, where, why and who?
You better run fast, I’m coming after you
Worse than a theatre slasher true
Your walking blind and your leading too
Carpets pulled and you break and bruise
Keep it up and get punched out
You deserve the curb in your mouth
You deserve the curb in your mouth
I can speak in metaphors or just plainly. But it’s still gonna come down to- you hate me. So we can skip the bullshit and walk third eye, if you can’t roll with that, then I, I murder. You can google search this shit and you won’t find another mind on the words I rhyme. You a chicken shit, steady, talking $igga. You can keep on tryna quote a figure but you won’t ever find the gems to fill wells to circumvent the stairwell of your mind. So take a walk, if you don’t wan’t all the onlookers here to balk at the resurgence of my birth… as I end the image that you had of me… because it has no power here, nothing towers me. So I walk, and I run straight. Passen all you hoes and all you dicks. And all you in-between $iggas steady rolling eyes and talking shit… I’m already there… I’m at the top… and you can have an autograph at the end of the Ebay clock… Cause I’m passed you…I’m further wise. I’m flying by like a G6 and I’m swappin flies. There’s no disguise and that’s why I don’t hide from your eyes. I’m tired of being a guy that can’t get a rise or respect from haters who never denied the soap box or the peddle stool to even let, them recite the fucking alphabet. Your steady stupid and you’re lookin dumb all you do is talk trash and try and bag a pun. Get a life, get one for real. And start finding inner love… so you don’t so much hate the world, I gotta school ya’ll cause I read this shit… you steady talking straight to me and you say I’m a bitch? For real then? Step to me. But I bet you won’t. Here on out you’re dead to me… throw away the key, DEAD ZONE, I had to hung up that phone.
You better run fast, I’m coming after you
Worse than a theatre slasher true
Your walking blind and your leading too
Carpets pulled and you break and bruise
Keep it up and get punched out
You deserve the curb in your mouth
You deserve the curb in your mouth
You hear me racist, faker, angry, hater?
You deserve the curb in your mouth.
