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in da lobby
I really trap I just rap for a hobby
I shop with my plug in LA when I visit
Might cost you yo life if we pay u a visit
I can’t fall off

You might be an enemy
Or even worse, you could be a friend

A friend
A friend
A friend

I like to be by myself
It's better than anything else
Party for

And spur the dark crippling of swine by nymphos like Circe?
Fine, the Iliad's over, in the Odyssey, they profiting
Blood money, haram bucks like Ilyasova

Kobe's for action 
Don't really like to talk fashion but nigga had to have em
Now we relaxin 
Smokin outside the check cashin
Gelato wit the hash in 
We

waste 
I'm toxic and foul 
Surrounded by nothing but trash 
Like Oscar the grouch 

The television melt your vision
Now your sockets are gouged 
You're

remember my name 
(Seven)
I'm compared the reverend 
By now I'd take a fuckin miracle to get to heaven 
But I still think that shits hysterical
I need

Oh will too lil
He a lil baby
Oh he too smal for you
And he aint got time fo you
You got that?

Yo soy lil dorothy on the road
With a lion call that

body and my mental insane
Let it rain
No clouds
I'm a grouch in the crowd by myself Mumbling out the mouth
Smoke another pack and it's back to the gas

Rage

Mystik Journeymen

The Black Sands ov Eternia

1999

(Grouch) 
Every man's blood boils
When turmoil or life foils his plans
I've soiled my hands puttin' work in
Tryna keep from hurtin', cause fools

is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every

Billy the Mountain

Frank Zappa

The Supplement Tape

1990

a few notes here... yeah... ? To El Segundo, huh? Causing UNTOLD DESTRUCTION?... oh... God... That's terrible!... (my baby, my baby) Wanted for DRAFT

I could tone it down for you
I be picking on the
Pretty few flowers in my view

Uh
Yeah I used to rock a rag
Uh
Yeah I got badgered by the badge
Uh

niggaz wouldn't strip your street dreams

[Break - Rakim sample scratched by DJ Grouch]
"Know what I mean?"

[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
Niggaz claim to be

Bottles by the rows, way to bring 'em in
Bring a few hoes, and they better be tens
Keep it on the low, bring a few friends
Back to the crib, let

the Grouch
My back's messed up you see me slouch
I just got hit by a bus Ouch

You can call me ranch cause you know I be dressing
I'm your Jesus Christ and I

Sesame street has been a re-run for the last decade
And 'cause of me the guy from Reading Rainbow never got paid
This program's been brought to you in part

wonderfully fantastic
If you stop to smell a rose or two
Keep your distance from all things bombastic
There’s a happy end in store for you

When your dog makes

and rip it out
I feel like Oscar I’m the grouch
I’m flashy trashy don’t you doubt
I’m all up in yo bitch’s mouth
I’m spewin sewage like rain cloud
Gotta

the culture 
Like I’m sculptor and I’m vulgar 
Attacked by the sulfur 
I suffer 
Strikes like thunder 
Getting ulcers 
(Ouch)
A Slouch like Oscar the grouch

Hustlin’
Bustin’ my Ass 
Cause I’ had to take Action
Foot on the G.A.S
Watch me shoot rite Pass’ EM.


I’m the Type to go and get It 
You know that’s by any

to grovel
A lot like Oscar the grouch
I'm not on the couch mean muggin' the tv screen
Like how have i not been found
I ought to be crowned
But none one

Spent six whole months sleeping on a pullout couch
Bag of chips, netflix, and an alcoholic grouch
Developed a serious back problem due to my slouch

Spent six whole months sleeping on a pullout couch 
Bag of chips, netflix, and an alcoholic grouch 
Developed a serious back problem due to my slouch

eyes
Converge on your hand
I wish that we could just talk
I wish that we could just move it move it
I try to talk but I can't
My mouth's a room for