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a mess on your leather couch
And you’re feeling mad,  like a mean old grouch
Baby don’t you be no fool, just fuggetabout it

When your mother-in-law wants

cloudy and cold days just walking by the train
Bumping Doom Grieves Grouch and Eyedea for the pain
Moon knight trying to be all these rappers in my brain

Zelda as a kid up in hyrule 
But by high school I was getting high too 
People came, people went but that's just life dude 
A few friends that I keep

on no statements

You know I talk a lot of
Trash I'm Oscar the grouch
Tell these Elmo ass niggas
Shut they fucking mouth
Send shots at me on twitter
I

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

this gwop then I’ll spread it like jelly 
How to get some bet you haters can’t tell me
Pussy mothafucka you Oscar the grouch
I sit by this mic while you

take a timeout
This shit ain't for clout, man fuck I'm talking bout?
Almost lost myself fell asleep on the couch
Been feeling like a grouch, pain in my

wither skeleton heads and a crooked old twisted cane
She makes hot meals in plastic containers
Delivers them by wheel while the farmer works hard in

these words they come rushing to my lips but then they're gone
Out by the fire I was talking to a girl with dark hair but she quickly said she had to go

the kitchen surrounded by shottas
Everybody bleedin round my mf baby mama
I'm a pices I swim with the sharks and eat with the piranas

Keep a mouse ska tool

money (Yupp yupp)
I'll run in your house and turn you to a grouch
Cause I also take couch money (I also take couch money)
I've always been bout money

a triangle that means change you can studyEcho is the bounce of a sound that won't endFoxtrot is a dance or comic by Bill AmendGolf is like croquet but with

You was raised by a rat, that make you a mouse
Bagging up in the crib, I done trapped out the house
I told her I'm the biggest bird, he Oscar the Grouch

chosen, my kin

Who am I? Who am I?
The sum of these parts, a human work of art til I die
Who am I?

Magical thinking, procrastination
Grouch in

You sit and fade into the couch, 

trying not to be the grouch

Sleep looking appetizing


You keep yourself awake at night

You try and keep the urge

like trash
I guess that I'm Oscar the Grouch
Took it as a lesson now I'm charging new amounts
Send it straight to my account or bad check you could

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

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

Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Caught in a bad romance
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Caught in a bad romance ra ra ah ah ah
Roma Roma