Nimbus - 2nd Hand Rage Feat. Fa-Q

by **Nimbus_9** » Dec 19th, '09, 05:35

Beat Used: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xv9yexgcAeo

2nd Hand Rage Feat. Fa-Q

(Chorus)
Lot a struggles in life, parents who touch you at night
Angry Dad flips, he tries to smother his wife
Kid covers his life, beats your ass for it
2nd Hand Rage, the sequel, fast forward

(Verse)
names Jeremy, odds are, you’re probably scarred of me
Apparently, my fists are sending kids to therapy
A couple pair of me will send ya Dad to rehab
Or out for groceries, never says he’ll be back
That’s a recap, but now let’s get down to business
Ya’ll small and happy, so now I’ma pound these bitches
Take down resistance, trip you in the hallways
Till this kid got mad that I pissed on him all day
Spit in my walkway, he told me to fuck off
This dog nuts? So I yelled and he got cut off
“I ain’t rubbed soft, bitch not gonna skate
And what ya girl gave me, that’s what I’m gonna break”
Lunge, punch ya face, 3:45, right after school
Call a nurse, this crazy kid gonna die this after noon

(Chorus)
Lot a struggles in life, parents who touch you at night
Angry Dad flips, he tries to smother his wife
Kid covers his life, beats your ass for it
2nd Hand Rage, the sequel, fast forward

(Fa-Q)
How'm I gonna stand up to him, with these small arms,
Let's hope there's no black eyes, or he at all harms,
Me or my other cheering friends, who are fearing ends,
Wiping their big glasses on their shirt to clear the lens,
I feel like my acne and answer to why he wants to fight,
Won't clear up, I'm weak, this jock dunce is right,
His grunts aren't light,
They're so loud, yet I still fear his punch might,
He knocks the black glasses off my face, in one motion,
Pushes me into a gym bag, that out squirted sun lotion,
"Fight, Fight, Fight" is all I hear, but I get the run notion,
Probably from my conscience, but I must fight,
The "N" in mental, will fall off like the rust might,
He punches me right in the groin, in my virgin balls,
After this seems like I'll need surgeon calls, every word he calls,
Me is a word for weakling, my fists are heat seeking,
But I'm face down on the street leaking,
Leaking blood from the punch after punch, funny,
Its the same guy, that in elementary, took my lunch money,

(Chorus)
Lot a struggles in life, parents who touch you at night
Angry Dad flips, he tries to smother his wife
Kid covers his life, beats your ass for it
2nd Hand Rage, the sequel, fast forward

(Verse)
One more hook, jab, yeah one more took fast
Class on ass wipping, this 1 I could pass
hurtin, my foots gashed, from kicking this nerds ass
“hey you over there” oh shit I heard that
Fists drawn, took back, I turned to run but
“howdy officer” fuck, and now I’m cuffed up
“shut up kid, turn around, remain silent”
“my rights?” “none, later, maybe if you cry bitch!”
takes me on a ride quick, shit, for sure I’m done
They’ll let me out never, maybe when I’m 31
In the pen, only kid thur afraid of guns
Every day I stay, wait for rapin’ in the butt
Takes me to the judge, forsaken to this scum
Cry every night, gotta take it cause I’m young
Dad praises what I’ve done, gave me up a hug
Fucked wit police, that nerdy faggot was his son

(Chorus)
Lot a struggles in life, parents who touch you at night
Angry Dad flips, he tries to smother his wife
Kid covers his life, beats your ass for it
2nd Hand Rage, the sequel, fast forward