Good Grief

Good morning Vietnam My style is triple, quadruple, damage for mc's I make 'em huff 'n puff like mufflers for Meineke Human exhaust, you wanna get lost ? Rhymes plus exxon ride brains like Alain Prost Mc clowns, I blaze towns I dragwheel skulls, leave with speed 'n dust cloud All you monkeys, donkeys, alternative junkies I'm strictly T-Rex, and my rap just crunche The jive 'n babble, throw heavy scrabble Sparkles plus the bubbles plus the flavor like snapple All you socalled rebels heavy metal cattle Some horses got force but I simply tame with saddle Hunt a stunt like 'red October', ain't crossin' over Oops ! scud scrub patriot makes pulver The music hits, fierce as it is Check the brothers in the crowd that 'hiss' Good grief Industry check to mac, and wanna know me I kick against control untamed like wild pony Stay lonely like tony, attract like Coney Island My style man, don't need no master, flasher Test a prankster gangster like a gatt much faster Get the band aid, the kid front hard knock I sport more techniques confidential than Fort Knox Sort of tool - glock - automatic on the static Synthetic - plastic ?- you stay ready with the cascet I throw a style, now a freak wants to test it It's crazy mega fab, makes your hottie cher I crush mc jaws who oughtta be chandelier And drop the ltter - on the quitter The survival-rival gets stranger Much fitter Worldwide you get served like stinky cheese More force than a sexual intercourse So mc's please! Brothers amaze, keep 'em all in a daze With the wild funk blaze Good grief One time for your mind now, as I have to climb now Step by step now, where your rap now I kick the flavor like a wes craven People under my stairs wanna steal like raven Black with breaks wanna croak when spoken to Some shitty nonsense beat, you gotta be jokin' too The rhyme enforcer, rhythm corsair Hit the core with force, well of course oh ! Don't give me that lip lip Like he thought that he could I frown on bullshit like my name's Clint Eastwood You come with fronts, stunts 'n poses I welcome you to my jungle Like my name was Guns 'n Roses I blast the sound, you check the sound You got to be down, you got to be down and be like Charlie Brown Saying good grief Good grief, good grief, good grief, good grief