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the bounce
I'm floating by the ounce
Okay, ah!
Confident sprout
Like a garden I bloom
Ya'll polluting my style
Okay, nah
Ya'll be fishy like trout
Fiend for

Alpo
Paid in Full in them raging bulls
And I kick em off on yo couch hoe
I'm counting cash and them haters mad
They green as Oscar the Grouch tho
Make

Rock CC's like Roddy
Too many bad hoes in the hotel lobby
Ever since I got hurt by a bad bitch, had to turn up and turn on my savage
Ima' run up this

a grouch
In retrospect
I hope he was okay

This is not the way
That you thought
It would turn out, did ya?

This is not the way
That you thought
It would

the bounce
I’m floating by the ounce
Okay, ah!
Confident sprout
Like a garden I bloom
Ya’ll polluting my style
Okay, nah
Ya’ll be fishy like trout
Fiend for

saying miss this ain't just a fling
I know I missed your dinner, put my plate by the sink
I'll circle back and eat before you notice a thing

There's boys

never had a mouth
I'm a beat killer we been in a drought
They only playing shit coming from the south
He a Oscar nigga never be the grouch
Niggas hating

Pullin' on my Johnson
Everybody wants some
Cuz they running their mouth
So constant
Callin' me Oscar the grouch
Behind the cell phones on they couch

work
You can buy a key
Selling brick by the kilo
Selling bricks with a xtendo
Catching plays tony romo
I can't talk to no freak hoe
Shooting opps like

Trash nigga grouch

Ouch 

Imma dick and I know that

Like I tell my baby just throat that

Fully reloaded

But yet to explode it

And yeah to be greatest

to the couch
Live life easy no need to grouch
Thinking of last night makes me proud

Shiny LED's remind me
What a crazy party
Thinking of last night makes me

climb it
It's a giant, Ima try it
It's very a dark place but I'll buy it
Give it a coat of black paint I can hide it
The rolling stones was carried by

barely fifteen pounds

Rappin like fifteen hounds
Bitch, gimme the rounds
I'ma put this Chihuahua in the ground
Oscar The Grouch
Sound like you got gravel

Dope Game

South Park Mexican

SPM: The Purity Album

2000

fanin my face, others give me grapes
By the grace of God, I was given the job
To run through the rap game like corn on the cob
So blessed in my test, I

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

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

might be your father
I'm such a grouch
I just won an Oscar
Excess children
I wonder who will foster
A poster child
Grew up now a mobster
Once a vegan
Now

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

Bad lil biddy bitch, she do a blow
Painted her nails and she painted her toes
I'm Oscar the Grouch when I say go go go
Empty the clip and I need forty

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

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

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

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