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comp-atition they gettin' bombed in the trunk 
Cause we keep 'em chunk in the trunk 
They gettin' bumped in the trunk 

[The Grouch] 
What can I learn from
It's a lethal ballet
Air traffic congestion
I'm having a baby
Second thoughts, scotch, dinner
And someone's dancing on the box
A former MP
And no one
no use to my self once when I'm dead
And though I trusted I was lied to by my own
I bare no grouch and I carry no milestone

Look at me now I am
It's a lethal ballet
Air traffic congestion
I'm having a baby
Second thoughts
Dinner and
Someone’s dancing on the box
A former MP
fill 'til congestion starts to spill
Out onto the steam rising off of Lexington

A broken promise is on display
For a discontented family
I'm steppin' out on the streets again 
Cos I'm tortured by demons, winged beasts and carrions 
The air is alive with dagger and poisons 
Parody of "Where the Green Grass Grows" by Tim McGraw (Jess Leary/Craig Wiseman), Song Matters Inc. (ASCAP)/Leary's Tavern Music (ASCAP)/Daddy Rabbit
days I go by William'
And he talked about his new life and money he'd made out West

And he tried his hardest not to be that old boy we all new
'Til he
[Snoop Dogg]
Brothers is wack by popular demand
Chasing fame and girls living they life on cruise control
But tell me, what do it profit a man
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
They can't believe it, infatuated hardcore rhymes

Ain't no question
I'm suffering a bad case of lyrical congestion 
Not the one for testing
Tela hit that corner, you know's that I a goner
Outtie five-thousand and these hoes that I be housin'
Fuckin' thugs about a dozen, doin' sacks by
by a bit or two I admit a fool I act
often can I nope and let it slip into my raps
like my dick into the crack of freakin females
break em off like Lee
I'm gone 'cause I'm stuck off a Zone
I'm Half baked like the Guy on the couch
I don't get high on my grouch
So I puff on my line and be out
I call
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
of female muppet in a doctor's uniform) 
The doctor makes you well real quick 
If by chance you're feeling sick 
She works and works the whole day long
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it

And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
No diamonds would be bought by this man
If I took a lucky strike and hit the jackpot
Would I rot in hell or prosper
Cottontail the offer
braggarts back stabbers, abracadabras 
Get hit by the golden daggers (bring it!!) 

Intellectual, rhymin professionals 
Bring all the ladies, in
The Arrival 
Leaving by the same door from which he had come in, 
He finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side. 
When they catch sight
Thank God I never made it to Earth, what a happy place
how I long to be depressed, to be a grouch, get away

Yo, Yo Here I stand in the desert
[Chorus: Grouch]
No strings are attached
This is who I am
My rap is not an act
I am my own man

I don't want it to be how it used to be
I want
flags up, yes sir
You a burr that don't mean you dress fly
A lot of people hittin' on me, mad to see me on
You grouch, Oscar, Academy Award
I can play
the middle, lost within the riddle
On God's reflection I stand, within an intersection of life lost
Double crossed by man, we stand ignorant
False prophet,
Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy,