RUN AWAY by Growing Cold Lyrics
MC MIKE
Put down the mic
You're an insult
Get rid of your pencil
Will you even make it to an adult?
Even if you do you will never have talent
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
YEAH
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
YEAH
I'M GROWING COLD
BUT I STILL BRING THE HEAT
YOU'RE PRETTY BOLD
TO SAY THAT I'VE BEEN BEAT
I WILL NEVER BE DEFEATED
YOU'RE OBSOLETE
COME AT ME
AND GET SLAPPED BY THIS BEAT
Kill him while I'm spitting all these facts
He gon' have no time to react
Honestly it's boring me
He audibly sounds horribly
He's commonly and oddity
You're finished pathologically
So bad it's an anomaly
I'm so sad that you tried to make me mad
I'm so glad that I get to end a rat
When I'm finished with this rap
I'll be sitting, kicking back
I'll be chilling on my throne
While you'll have to go home
I'm coming through
I'm gonna hit you where it hurts
Your bars are dead
They took a turn for the worst
You're slurring all your words
I've heard more pronunciated turds
Now pipe down and go and sit with all the nerds
Keep BBE out your mouth
Or I'll put mans in the ground
My boi, you're going South
We're counting down and you're out
I'll put your faith in a drought
And soon you will start to doubt
And know that you're a blow out
Now tell me, who's single?
And who's producing all these singles?
It's pretty simple
You're an incle
You're a wimp
I'll pop you like a pimple
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
YEAH
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
YEAH
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
YEAH
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
YEAH
Beef with me, there's repercussions
There's more talent in this percussion
Than you put in to your whole production
Now you get to hear your own destruction
Put down the mic
You're an insult
Get rid of your pencil
Will you even make it to an adult?
Even if you do you will never have talent
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
YEAH
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
YEAH
I'M GROWING COLD
BUT I STILL BRING THE HEAT
YOU'RE PRETTY BOLD
TO SAY THAT I'VE BEEN BEAT
I WILL NEVER BE DEFEATED
YOU'RE OBSOLETE
COME AT ME
AND GET SLAPPED BY THIS BEAT
Kill him while I'm spitting all these facts
He gon' have no time to react
Honestly it's boring me
He audibly sounds horribly
He's commonly and oddity
You're finished pathologically
So bad it's an anomaly
I'm so sad that you tried to make me mad
I'm so glad that I get to end a rat
When I'm finished with this rap
I'll be sitting, kicking back
I'll be chilling on my throne
While you'll have to go home
I'm coming through
I'm gonna hit you where it hurts
Your bars are dead
They took a turn for the worst
You're slurring all your words
I've heard more pronunciated turds
Now pipe down and go and sit with all the nerds
Keep BBE out your mouth
Or I'll put mans in the ground
My boi, you're going South
We're counting down and you're out
I'll put your faith in a drought
And soon you will start to doubt
And know that you're a blow out
Now tell me, who's single?
And who's producing all these singles?
It's pretty simple
You're an incle
You're a wimp
I'll pop you like a pimple
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
YEAH
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
YEAH
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
YEAH
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
RUN AWAY
YEAH
Beef with me, there's repercussions
There's more talent in this percussion
Than you put in to your whole production
Now you get to hear your own destruction