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Griffin Seagle

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Vicious snitches putting bitches in ditches
Tryna be the richest with many more wishes
But can hardly do the dishes
So close it's just inches til I hit 6 digits
Come back to your senses young menace
Has no limits with his lyrics

And with any doubt he'll leave bruises
No matter the distance-
What you talking bout Willis?
Can't take the critics
It only takes minutes
To write down these antics
I'll soon make millions
Dodging everyone's bullets

Chilling with the man with no limits
He looks horrendous
This endless torment is restless

I f*ck til I feel it on my pelvis
All this senseless selfish purpose
Yet you still notice I'm the greatest

Stoner Jesus don't leave us
My choruses spread to these bitches
Like viruses
All my haters going through crisis

Cuz my fan base growing by the masses
Soon I'll be notorious
Leave you speechless breathless
My rhymes are precious sweetness
But so ruthless

What's the meaning behind this madness
Ain't it obvious
To fulfill my previous loneliness and emptiness

I spread my glorious serious furious ideas
To gain happiness n leave y'all curious
Finally I rest like Morpheus

Sour diesel
Don't provoke us
We can't lose focus
We the best rappers in quotients

But that Seagle is the real golden eagle
Inject you with the lethal needle
I'm the evil fighting peaceful
I keep it local it's simple
My words will beat you into fetal
So never f*ck with sour diesel

Little brittle middle child
With a new little riddle
Lyrical and logical
Also chemical
Feeling kinda low
Nothing is optional
These bars are sick though

Grow smoking Dope
Making dough
let my skills show
Yolo is the motto
Nothing auto
Faster tempo
Growing up on metal
Sold my soul to the devil
Now I rebel
Til I'm global
Ima noble
Only question I have is who's mobile

Sour diesel is what you can't imagine
We the car crashing
Bed time dancing
Privates throbbing
Door scratching
Panty snatching
Hard headed independent mavericks

And when the fame hits
You'll want to see a bio pic
Til then we keep hitting these licks
Young pricks fucking bitches
As thick as the 2013 nicks
No skips
Bong rips
Check the fucking fit

If lyrical poetical rap shit still doesn't hit
Then I fucking quit
We crash the party
And fucking dip
If it's not lit
If you can't spit then you're not in
I'll just call it fin
Final goal is to win

When I state my dreams
It's all laughs
But I never get side tracked
Sour diesel
Got what you lack
That's a fact
Barely keep my mental intact
Weird kid
But when I get to the mic
I smoothly flow

Forget about the lows
I'll let everybody know
My name
The game
And where I stay
Grove city, the urbs
We're the losers that lurk
In the ally ways smoking herbs

Pepperoni face a big phony
No wonder he lonely
Spending all his time Stoney
Questioning what he could be
But not accomplishing anything
Finna hit you like it's hockey
Honky playing hocky poky
Keep his talents low key
Then y'all proceed to
Act like ya know me
Oh shit griff actually got bars

He got talents to be a star
I swear on my loved ones graves
Ima go far

Finally I'll rest like Morpheus
When the fame it's
I'll rest like Morpheus
When I get rich
I'll rest like Morpheus

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