Lyrics:
[Zion I]
See Grouch you my guru leader
So I don't need to pack no heater
Like syrup you make this sweeter
This ballad is beemer teeter
I'm
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
the lid on me like Oscar the Grouch
I hop out all the rubbish, say it's time to hike the route
But this life about what you know later, not right now
It's
taking your life.
Chrome hearted shades,
You can't look in my eyes.
And I'm groovy - too groovy
Might fuck on a dyke.
This a raptor,
Two fifty,
Pop wheelie
knock you out
Don't you call this a regular jam
I'm gonna rock this land
I'm gonna take this itty-bitty world by storm
And I'm just gettin' warm
Just
I'm gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you out
Don't you call this a regular jam
I'm gonna rock this land
I'm gonna take this itty-bitty world
then nineteen
You do your best, oh count with some zest
So good counting, counting to nineteen
Ah! Ah! Ah!
He's a very grouchy grouch
You really
saying?
I hit it man roll it
Oh you got one?
Alright man let me hit that shit
You can knock on my door
But ain't nobody home
I might be there
But
I got gum
We can sixty nine
Chica chica damn
You got buns, Hun
I got mustard
I'm Oscar The Grouch
Un-fostered
Socks in my mouth
Blew the door off
you ain't my kinfolk
Just like two sandals I'm standing 10 toes
Junkie lil bitch be rolling off benzos
I keep the stick by my side like a messenger bag
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
shot on the spot, no hesitance
But anyway, the drive-by fail
Ernie on the run, Grouch hot on the trail
Bert said 'enough of this'
Got on the phone,
something I might bring
'Cause the venom in me in enticing
And you tryna run up out of my ring
Did you not hear that ding, ding?
Man Is this your king?
I'm
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
tell that she fucking with a Figg nigga
What it is, nigga? Perrier Jouet Rosé, I might relocate
Out of my mind, this world, I'm hot, godammit, I'm fly
balled in a minute, but damn I'm ballin' ridiculous
They like Dunn where you been I been brewing this tea and just minding my business
Before they was
knock you out
Don't you call this a regular jam
I'm gonna rock this land
I'm gonna take this itty-bitty world by storm
And I'm just gettin' warm
Just
with Christian, I'm clutching ready to let it go in this bitch
Lil baby got a Benz and she ain't listen she recked the Benz
You can't tell her shit cause
nigga, (?)
Might pull the piece, somebody call a Buddhist
(?) put me high (?)
You can do that, flyin', fuck, do this
And yeah I'm from the slimiest
of winter covered
this land, through the kingdom of Mercea, through--
GUARD #1: Where'd you get the coconut?
ARTHUR: We found them.
GUARD #1: Found them?
I'm gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you out
Don't you call this a regular jam
I'm gonna rock this land
I'm gonna take this itty-bitty world
to go back and tell mama thank you
I shoot this bitch up and I won't move a finger
I keep them shooters with me, every angle
Young nigga's flyer than
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