Lyrics:
been figuring it out
Distraught by situations I don't take into account
Keeping emotions in check cause I'm afraid that they might bounce
Sometimes it's
always looking for a sponsor
Spew garbage foo you might as well be Oscar
The grouch monster, ain't nobody taught you honor
Prolly disrespect ya mama
you a grouch
And your whole life trash
They think they got they site secure, I bet I bypass
If the clerk don't know his job, he get a right jab
Fell
and trout
Ion like people getting close to me, go away, I'm Oscar The Grouch
Got my homie clothes, sitting in my closet, he can't wear them
When he got his
the pain
Feel annoyed or feel the rage
I feel avoided and misplaced
Thought the boy would be destroyed by what he's seen but that shits what started a man
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
all of yall are monsters (woo)
Fake clowns on your rosters (woo)
Acting hard but you garbage (woo)
Grouch niggas need some Oscars (Action!)
Better run
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
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
[Sole]
Thank God I never made it to Earth, what a happy place
how I long to be depressed, to be a grouch, get away
Yo, Yo Here I stand in the desert
(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
tight, see me catching flights
At the international terminal, where you don't go
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped
And tripped by mic
the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar, damn
Can anyone else get some food in they mouth? (for real)
They made a movie about you, you're in
[Chorus: Grouch]
No strings are attached
This is who I am
My rap is not an act
I am my own man
I don't want it to be how it used to be
I want
This is just the preamble, the warm up, the intro, the spit from the get-go
The warm up, the intro, the spit from the get-go
This is just
knew this
Polar winter, the cruelest
Bet you want to see what I've seen
View my Benjamins
Uh uh
Get it by any means
He's menacing
Uh huh
People want
term, AIDS and job termination
Termination, termination, terminat-atat-ion
[Chorus - Scratched Samples By DJ Grouch]
"Mr. Trice"
"Gotta eat"
"Starvin"
(Teflon Intro)
Momma and Daddy said we had to be in know I'm talkn' bout
(H2O Intro)
(Saw the police lights and ran back home)
(Teflon Intro
the middle, lost within the riddle
On God's reflection I stand, within an intersection of life lost
Double crossed by man, we stand ignorant
False prophet,
no use to my self once when I'm dead
And though I trusted I was lied to by my own
I bare no grouch and I carry no milestone
Look at me now I am
a hand, pay attention and explore
We all in this people we all in this...
[The Grouch]
Well I don't know where you've been
But if you got here I'll let you
6 am, woke up on the couch
Sitting with a slouch and the house smells like Oscar the grouch
I been through hell, my demons will vouch
Lock 'em up
and the animosity
Up out the mud through katanas and Benihanas
Make the money doing flips 'til it's Benihanas
I'm a grouch and a motherfuckin' cookie monster
the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar, damn
Can anyone else get some food in they mouth? (for real)
They made a movie about you, you're in
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