Lyrics:
Glock in my hand at the door who is it
I eat 5 star meals like a critic
Pack touch down you gotta come get it
They know it’s facts when I’m rapping my
the pain stays close
Most don't depressurize
When I've had it up to where you can see it in my eyes
Realize there's no sanity
Hella profanity and a sort
you
Mean? She shouts it out all of the time"
Y'all don't want me to rep
Y'all y'all don't hear when
I rep y'all cause y'all
Be dick-riding everybody
us?)
What about the holy land?
(What about it?)
Torn apart by creed?
(What about us?)
What about the common man?
(What about us?)
Can't we set him
ruined real quick when you slip
Wrong words lose jobs and fans from your dick
Oops I didn't mean that, they love it when I'm humble
Gotta make attempts
Feeling like the lone wolf now watch me howl
You best take a few steps back if you hear me growl
Is it just me or do you feel more powerful under
just like me
'Cause you know I grouch and groan
Lying in my quilted coffin
Rethinking all I've said
Drained of vitality by
All my existential dread
with a consolation prize
No need to say why you love to hate me
I know what that's about
Tell The Truth to Bud Collyer
You stank like Oscar The Grouch
highned sight is 2020
When I hear this it's like my dreams are right in front of me
Laying this smack down like Mohammad Ali
Sheesh
You ain't never heard
start it, please" ("you think so?")
"Yeah, I think so" ("well, if you insist")
"Mmm-hmm"
Come on and hear, come on and hear (oh, you dog)
start it, please" ("you think so?")
"Yeah, I think so" ("well, if you insist")
"Mmm-hmm"
Come on and hear, come on and hear (oh, you dog)
with the gang, gang, gang, ima' be fresh when the feds watching
You know i'm the shit like a dead body
And you know that we pop at your head bout' it
have a discussion
Look at my chain but you can not touch it
Look at my bitch but you can not fuck her
Got rhymes but I never been a busta
Got the bag but
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
Ah young nigga keeping it g what You know about that
Ain't flipping No pack but I gotta get ah stack mind
To focus ain't no turning back
What you
There you have it
My flow just kkame down the stairs
Rewind to fifty sekkonds kkuz you kkan hear it real kklear
FLMMBOiiNT FRDii
Its like Pinball
outside
And if you hate me then we goin' fight boy
Like bricks, I don't take it light boy
MC how I rock the mic boy
I feel just like the grouch I'm Oscar
I
us?)
What about the holy land?
(What about it?)
Torn apart by creed?
(What about us?)
What about the common man?
(What about us?)
Can't we set him
ain't forget about it)
I'm a real nigga 'til the end, you gon' hear about me
I'm a real nigga 'til the end, you gon' hear about me
I'ma run that sack
talking about it why
(Why)
They've been shouting about it why
(Why)
You no hear
(Hear)
You no hear
Hear hear hear hear
Everybody is been wailing about it
about drugs
For the chicks who laundered it got nothin' but love
Rotate the drop so never stopped by the cops
Ordered medication off Silk Road for my pops
[The Grouch]
It's natural, actual, factual..
It's natural, actual, factual.. whoa..
Now maybe it was justice, to have just us ripping you
Sipping
a clown to this woman
I am Oscar the grouch
You took the trash out
I am surely the villain
You are so sweet
You are so brilliant
I'm toxic
I'm toxic
Sicker
out
(Ya hear me?)
This year a hunned mill I'm a cash out
(Ya hear me?)
Today a 100k ain't none brag about
(Ya hear me?)
The king pull it right,
Big bank
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