Lyrics:
Rhymes, Jim Carrey, Mr. Grinch)
Mister Grinch
[Busta]
He was an angry little dude with a horrible attitude
And he'll show you some gratitude
If you
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
not only blind
But do you not hear
Excuse me Mr., but
Isn't that your oil in the sea
And the pollution in the air Mr.
Whose could that be
So
blind
But do you not hear
Excuse me Mr., but
Isn't that your oil in the sea
And the pollution in the air Mr.
Whose could that be
So excuse me Mr.
But
never needed help
Your hoe love me bitch but I'm gon' fuck up by myself
All I want is my money like I'm Mr. Krabs Niggas they be talking pussy nigga you
A big lip nigga with an ice-cold stare
I cripple infinitely yall dare
any nigga with steel balls to try to front over here
You get done over here
Leaving
Mr.WeatherMan
Mr.WeatherMan
Klimate spell it with a K
And not with a C! (Nah)
Now I bet you can never forget about Me
I'm trying to be what I can be
When I step
So Mr Fantasy
Every day and night living in a fallacy
We're in love with it
Deep in with the vanity
Another reason for the feeling to be guaranteed
as could be
He cut him down like a big oak tree when he said
I gotta walk that lonesome valley, I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for
will
Way to many brothers get took for large sums but me
You can't be frail and don't be light with ya narrow ass
Gain ya weight
Drink beer by
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
it's spooky to some of you niggas
To tell 'em the truth, see, I ain't moving with none of you niggas
And body shit 'til it's time to be gone, fuck up
while I'm drivin'
I kick a nigga ass with my left foot
But slap the shit out a nigga with my right hand
Uh, she said it's too big
Damn nigga, you
right up to Miss. Mousie's door
Gave three loud raps and a very big roar
Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh
Said Miss. Mouse, are you within, uh, huh?
Said Miss.
Why you say that you was for me
Now I look back and you bore me
Mr big shot no Robert Horry
Time on the clock
I'm not gonna stop
Im on to the top
Now. I’m Mr Right Now
I’m Mr Right Now. I’m Sir Right Now
I know we all sound the same
Girl i'm gonna do big things
Put u in a big range
Get your ass
a forklift
But you know my heart beat that New York shit
Fuck liftin' weights all I smoke is strong
Put a towel by the door
Cover the smoke alarm (Mr weedman)
Mr. Kanye West, you know!
Can't forget, Stack Bundlez, what up b?!
Uh, Poo Bear
Everybody showin' me love my whole Fort Minor family!
Styles
Pick a tune
Mr. Mr.Goon, hey
See you better get that night Vision
Be like 13, that site missing
Call me werewolf cause I bite Different
Oh yeah by
love you
I'm Mr. I could still be alone in a crowded room
I'm Mr. Gloom
Mr. sings in auto-tune
Mr. took everything to get me out this house
And I'll be
about mr. big
Rock it!
"to be someone in this world you gotta have a big,
big penis. not much else matters,
just as long as you got a wapping great
yo calculation don’t you minus us cause all my niggas can transform just like optimus and plus his bitch bad with no makeup or blush with a big ole
probably got a caddy player
but mine be smoked up
(Mr. G'stacka)
I'm slangin dem keys pickin up G's rolling through the gump
I know you jock that
to act different
I'm Mr. Big Banc Uchie Face, nigga, I'll slap niggas
I'll put some cash on you, I'll double back on you
Watch how you talk to me,
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