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letra de patch notes - grouce

–chorus–
i am no cyborg, i tell you no lie, dawg
before there were ipods i rapped
it’s just years of practice
unlike all these actors
who act like they know how to rap
i’m dope with raps but…

–verse 1–
sit back with a six pack and a big bag that is ziplocked
you’re a bit shocked by the whiplash when i spit raps
i’ll be p-ssed off, i’ma kick facts
you’re a bit soft, it’s a mismatch
twist caps off a twist top, chris pratt with a chris rock
dispatch from the pitstop, within an inch of a lynch mob
tell ’em give me a rim job
i’ll take you all down to my dungeon in hundreds of thousands
i’m bouncin’ off all of the walls
my nuts are made up of brass so an anvil i get it
and let it go fall on my b-lls
brass b-lls while too many tough guys have glass jaws
i hate politicians who pass laws
that i think are dumb
smackin’ somеone’s face back to kingdom come
yеah, i’m back to drinkin’ rum
while i’m eatin’ on a snack, a finger bun
have to think of some raps to bring some fun
back to rap, lyrical acrobat
i’m gonna bl–dy hit you with the shaq attack
hamidou diallo jumpin’ over shaq
i don’t think you wanna come and open that
d-mn can of whoop -rs-, i’ll ram my foot past
your backside, if you choose to perhaps ride
on the mothership, you’re gonna wanna bring a towel
hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy
the matrix, i can go in and out
i’ve been crazy for too darn long, i’m too far gone
like two car-bombs, goin’ off at once
i’m blowin’ up you chumps, i don’t care what you are on
–chorus–

–verse 2–
i’m back on a track, rappin’ a rap
with a fat rap that’ll smack you right back in the face
crackin’ your back, back to attack you for the fact
you don’t act like i have to be placed
in the top five, i just want my props
why not give a guy what a guy wants?
hit you in the eye like your a cyclops
when your eye pops i’ma send you back to the shine-box
with some white-ox and wine box
a sly fox, five cops, put into a pine box
for their psy-ops, give me my props
lookin’ at you like you owe me somethin’
like the way that shylocks
look when you owe them, i hooked up my modem
saw you talkin’ sh-t, i’ll put my foot to your scr-t-m
look to be a showman, i’m cookin’ the opponent
down to a crisp, wow, look at me, i’m floatin’
off the balcony with a valkyrie, she’ll be callin’ out to me
grouce, how can he end up at the boundary?
bound to be found somewhere doin’ alchemy
what in the heck do i have to be rappin’
to make you realize that i’m bringin’ the juice
my raps are gonna be grabbin’ you by the neck
right before putting it into a noose
putting it into noose, d-mn it, i’ve been a recluse
’cause i hate the human race
it’s way too late for them to make amends
i’m sick of makin’ friends
try not to take offense when i shake the fence
that you have been sitting on
where the heck has my city gone
became cr-p and it’s really wrong
–chorus–

- grouce

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