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toes nah I can't slouch
You trash you Oscar the grouch off the pavement you finna bounce

Bounce bounce
Aye I'm tryna hear that sound
Finna get it out

like a grouch 
Yes you got money drugs 
Thinking you're better than me
But I really doubt it 
You gon nothing about it (Bitch)
Write something I'm proud

got was Grouch's
Niggas gettin' grumpy 'cause they can't relate, it's funny
How they use their energy for winnin' on the hate
But when they see my

On niggas, I was like, "Where was I?"
And he was like
"Oh Piru you can Google me"
Y'all ain't hear this guy?
It's clear that I be gettin' under
Ya skin like

ground floor, we need to better that view
Come link me at the stu I'm prolly etching a tune
And I know it sounds deep I like to check in on you
It's just,

Stop faking it
You know what Im talking about
You know where this goes out
That thing called anxiety
That thing you fake to get the clout
But thats

of a house
Hear rappers talking out the side of their mouth
But I ain't listen to the bullshit they be whining about
Me and Lexx had talks of taking iBattle

disrespect it 
Did your mama ever teach you
To respect it

Capri Sun
Respect it, my pouch 
I'm not the one to pout 
You're worse than oscar the grouch 

So

It’s Dime, that sick an offensive stud. I spit words so harsh, they quickly could end a buzz. I’m supposed to be scared of you and your clique full

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

Voices

Mystik Journeymen

Worldwide Underground

1999

you out 
See where I'm from, it's the hardest motherfuckers come to party 
All shermed out, so what's this really all about? 
You gelled, cause this

scene
So if you wanna buy weed you'll come and get it from...
Oh please! I'm here to clear the gutter out
So if you're talking about guns bitches or bling

Hot, Hot, Hot

Sesame Street

Hot! Hot! Hot! Dance Songs [Koch]

1997

(Hot! Hot! Hot!) 
How you feelin'? 
(Hot! Hot! Hot!) 
How you feelin'? 
(Hot! Hot! Hot!) 
Let's hear it! 
(Hot! Hot! Hot!) 
How you feelin'?

Hot, Hot, Hot

Carroll Spinney

Hot! Hot! Hot! Dance Songs

1997

(Hot! Hot! Hot!) 
How you feelin'? 
(Hot! Hot! Hot!) 
How you feelin'? 
(Hot! Hot! Hot!) 
Let's hear it! 
(Hot! Hot! Hot!) 
How you feelin'?

cool if i lose my mind winning is healing 

Go crazy! 
I'm about to act a fool go stupid go dumb 
On your mark here i come
Go crazy!!! You can call me

away and it's "we" who'll pay
But we're fite fuite
What'll I do witcha
Come over we can sit on the sofa
Or as you say "couch"
I'm a bit of a grouch
But

it like to be – and I know how I
Feel about it – but you’re
Definitely one of my peers, and one
That I look at and say "He gets it
But I’d love to hear

You yourself are just the same
As what you see in me."

Rael: 
Me, like you? like that!

Slipperman: 
"You better watch it son, your sentence has

THINK MYSELF TO BE, OH!
THEY GROUCH ABOUT ME
MAKING NASTY GUSTY BLARES
IN A WAY I'M NOT SO DUMB
BUT I WISH
I COULD BE SMARTER THAN NOW
I'M READY TO USE

Simple Man

The Grouch

Making Perfect Sense

2000

give my all and want to ball like y'all
But I can only spit my shit, you get it?
I'm not a clone; I got a zone, and Grouch fits in
Forever rockin'

know it's hard
To let me in
I know you're scarred
By all of the things that I done before
And all of the people that I loved before

The insults start

If-If-If you really my girl,
You getting wine ‘n dined.
I might slow down the world,
Just to make it more time.
You should set up the ops, baby,
Get on your

quick
-I put my money where my mouth is, I’m about this, keep it real
You the type to talk tough, call the flashers and squeal
-I know the deal… Suckas

an Oscar
Cause we made a grouch

Mad cause I'm fucking his bitch on his couch

I would be mad too

Mad cause we popping we getting you canceled

Spit  like