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I'm calling him Big Bad Wolf cuz he huff and he puff and he blowing my back out
I'll body these bitches, no Oscar The Grouch, I'm telling em come

its grouch
All along I been waiting my time
Need a good plate ocean prime
Da same niggas talking dat shit now inquiring and dey talking dem numbers like

falling down and they need to get up

I didn't come for no handouts
Mapped it out got a plan now
Oscar The Grouch in the can now
You can't even stand while

They will be left quite as a mouse

My step kids have me feeling like a grouch

Shotgun just went off uh oh crouch

My step kids left dead in a slouch

Lancelot, said they want my spot, but they won't joust for that
Tell these trash niggas like it is, and they turn grouch for that

They done lost their damn

die alone
And please protect my son when it's my time to go
Yeah they got money but they mind is broke
I just keep it real why they lying for?
Thats my

time I wake you up you act like such a grouch
I don't want it
But you got it
I'll get it on my own
Why you always callin me on my rotary telephone

You

Show that bitch how we gone slide 
He gone eat that shit tonight 
Fuck ya mans on demon time 
Soul to soul my side fa life 2x 

You hate me I hate

No Strings

The Living Legends

Creative Differences

2004

[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

Absolutely nowhere
'Cause you're all I've got

Okay, I'm a prick
I'm a loser, I'm a grouch
Please kick me to the couch
So I can be alone.
Every time I think:

a little time to reload then BRRACK
Taking no captives, murder beats, that’s it
Matter of fact is I’m like an addict
This is my addiction, killing

tell me the time, bitch it's guap
Said lil' bitch if you're mad, nigga go get a dollar
I'll put you on if you holla'
I'm trapping at school, boy hand

crying tryna see if Miss fire 
Miss-fire shooting shots but she never shot back 
Ouch potato on the couch 
Can it you a grouch your whole character is

that you don't who cares
You talkin trash you Oscar grouch you garbage spittin on the couch
Mr potato sippin my faygo
Observin the game you goin where

in ya room, and fucked the taste out ya mouth
Ate ya cookie like a monster, had you naked and wow
I heard yo new man trash, why you stay with a grouch

a minute
Got some steppas that let bitch blow
Got some shorties that’s down for road
Money missions no time for a hoe how you claiming you up but got nothing

(So many folds!)
Never sold my soul (Oh God!)
The doghouse cold (Brr)
It's chow time bro (Ah ha)
Take a piss on the road (Woof)
Never chase no bitch

summers I was up in the box 
Slot time on the phone with a sock 
Rock rock rock rock rock 

Crazy she talking bout having my baby 
Boss don wavy 
Owwwwwwww

sound trash like Oscar, grouch
You’ll get smoked like lots of loud
I got stacks like, pound on pound
Run it like it’s a decathlon
My whip is evil like I

Imaginary Friends... are more real than you!

(YAN!)

They like play pretend
Daylight evening
All the time even when
A reason seems irrelevant
I mean, is it

Imaginary Friends... are more real than you!

(YAN!)

They like play pretend
Daylight evening
All the time even when
A reason seems irrelevant
I mean, is it

the south
West is where we stay
Pray from the couch
Sitting at home, Oscar the Grouch
Oscar's drinking Fosters from his pouch foaming at the mouth
Plank

Imaginary Friends... are more real than you!

(YAN!)

They like play pretend
Daylight evening
All the time even when
A reason seems irrelevant
I mean, is it

time to get the show on the road
This for the ones that talk on my name
This for the ones who said that I’d never change
And for the ones who who think