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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
you, it isn't fair! 
I hate Christmas! 

People loaded with good will, giving presents, what a thrill 
That slushy nonsense makes me ill 
I hate
for another human's life
Zoomin right past the point for a joint or some alcohol
and beatin on a loved one?  c'mon, what's wrong with y'all

Chorus:
up my fame
And though that's not my aim I take it all for what it's worth
Doin what I know why I was put upon this Earth
continuous strenuous macking,
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
to 'em
now I'm just mean to 'em

[The Grouch]
Seen so many waste away what they had, it makes me mad
but they never know 'till it's too late to appreciate
something that doesn't work..
or finding something that isn't what you thought it was..
It frustrates the fuck out of me

I try to be optimistic, but I get
all that ha ha ha yawp
Now man I think it's getting tired though man no joke ferreal
What you got a swisher? or that's a philly or what?
Oh that's
It was a very cold clear fall night
I had a terrible dream
Billy Name and Brigid were playing under my stair case
on the second floor about two
man.] 
[Bob: No, not a laundry man.] 
[Anything Muppet #1: How about Santa Claus?] 
[Bob: No no no, not Santa Claus.] 
[Anything Muppet #1: What's
rain like fountains to wash it clean
I'm in the back with my mug on mean, my whole team

Amp, hit 'em with a one
(Grouch, hit 'em with a one, two)
It was a very cold clear fall night
I had a terrible dream
Billy Name and Brigid were playing under my stair case
on the second floor about two
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"
gotta be
Reflect your mind, it works every time
'cause if I knew then what I knew now, I'd be doin' fine
Reflect your mind, it works every time
'cause
We livin' good
Everyday it's all good
Alright

Look, swag on if a dag on pimp
Rock can make the stiletto drag on rough rider
Now miotis throw your
individuals who plan to be rich
Instead of diggin' a ditch
No way a felon, so listen closely to everything I'm sellin'
If that's what it's all about
Chasin'
to the average guy
But when you got a girl at home you got to let it pass you by
So I try to play the sidelines
Watch what they pull, but on a bus full of women,
know niggas rapping about swishas 
and shit don't believe in all that
You know what I'm saying?
I hit it man roll it
Oh you got one?
Alright man
out my pocket; can't stop it (uhh)
All you can do now boy is just respect it
I ain't par tomorrow but the E is connected
Look what happens when you spin
us)
What about nature's worth
(ooo, ooo)
It's our planet's womb
(What about us)
What about the holy land
(What about it)
Torn apart by greed
give my all and want to ball like y'all
But I can only spit my shit, you get it?
I'm not a clone; I got a zone, and Grouch fits in
Forever rockin'
the picture
Quick the fixture, save it, crave it
Grave about it, rave I doubt it
Route it, there, will they care?
I swear up clear up, bear my temper
Too
you're a peri pathetic
It all started with a broken sibling
In the words of the famous Rudyard Kipling

That the woman piaba and the man piaba
give my all and want to ball like y'all
But I can only spit my shit, you get it?
I'm not a clone; I got a zone, and Grouch fits in
Forever rockin'
us)

What about apathy
(What about us)
Burnt despite our pleas
(What about us)
What about the holy land
(What about it)
Torn apart by creed