since the dairy up, and then it gets you everywhere.
Went to the flea market, was in my car parking,
beat black blunts if you got it, was sparking,
and with the fifth, the cult came to fifth,
and you joined Steven Seagal on him off of Def Hitler.
Went back to the 70s, and brothers got on Grimm's,
cause they can step to seasons and say,
slap me some skins, honey dip,
and take the squad to the TV,
hit it off, smoke a cig, watch a little TV,
and if the eight note tapes, there's no show,
I just chill and return to kick them in the grill.
Back to the grill again, the grill again,
back to the grill again, the grill again,
back to the grill again, the grill again,
back to the grill again, the grill again.
What's the style, while I do it,
if you know it, going in,
what if you knew it, thinking,
what if I catch a punk, see what,
I'ma drop the flavor, fluid on his head,
get my fluid, and like Aretha Franklin,
be a monster, but super,
so, so, so, where did you go,
where did you, so many people wanna be fly,
like Joe Giang, we on lots and lots,
and any rapper can top the red hot,
R &B, rips, hip hop,
MC sucks, it's gonna flip flop,
all my hoes look like Sasquatch,
and a George Bush gets enough rocks,
well, anyway, I'ma slay, slay, slay,
pull a hoe around my way,
and make hookah souffle,
well, hello, what's up,
I'd like to thank MC sucks,
yo, you're chill for making me part of history,
can't, I'm in the grill.
Vanessa, keep a check nine,
and my glass up,
liberal professor,
they keep it under pressure,
mine like a global shooter,
the inserter,
paragraph's a murderer,
your nightclub floater,
this is nice, kid,
you know how it runs,
I'm waving automatic guns at nuts,
sticking up the peaches in the church,
I'm a slow cook,
serial killer,
who works by the phone book,
well, you know I got a lot to shoot,
so over here,
my raps are hotter,
than a process group of guard a rear,
on the mark,
I let the cavalry spill,
it's like that y 'all,
that y 'all,
kick them in the grill,
you're dealing with a force,
that's straight up real,
how can you think you're fat,
when I'm mushed to grill,
ragging how you flip a lyric,
without no problem,
ever heard of Grim Reaper,
well, I'm him,
gambling with your stats,
when you shouldn't be riffing,
stop while you're ahead,
and then cash your chips in,
I trigger the flow,
figure the old fact,
I glitter with the whiff,
of a gold link,
known as a Figaro,
I got the will,
the skill,
give me the bill,
paying attention to slack,
jump back,
or I'ma kick you in the grill,
back to the grill again,
the grill again,
back to the grill again,
the grill again,
back to the grill again,
the grill again,
back to the grill again,
the chips and breaks it down,
he thinks,
then he rehashes the pen,
he makes the verse,
for the search,
kick him in the grill again,
part two,
we'll love the dialect,
the dialect,
the murder,
let's finale,
kick the pipe,
on the kick,
the pitch,
coming around the mountain,
when it comes,
it's over with,
it bumps,
digest the lyrics,
then you suck up,
comes with the energy,
from the lump sucks,
then let's you do the mix,
it's in the picture,
then you're on,
man,
the door rings,
show I'm coming,
to a theater near you,
get the pop,
get in your boot,
and the Guinness now,
check the clock,
what I'm about,
cause you,
are a blabber mouth,
a blabber,
it gets no better,
lyrics on the diet,
cause it gets no fatter,
like a Gwen,
to the country,
jump to the bonus scene,
with the searches,
with the verses,
swear it'll be a lost trip,
rap it out,
but stop a fish,
you want us to sell out,
your wish,
my lips will never touch,
the circumference of a strip,
and if you see,
some Pope,
going some slow,
with some ill pill,
yo,
kick me in the grill,
kick him in the grill,
so here's what you'll force,
tell me,
if it's factible,
you wanna kill the clam,
shoot the fans out,
of track the boat,
got crazy games,
so no one can stop me,
but hey yo,
I'm white,
I guess my game is hockey,
or basketball,
taking paints and polka,
if money dip,
got a money clip,
I'm gonna stroke up,
wait a minute,
chill,
can't swing,
cause my girl,
ain't my girl no more,
now she gotta rule,
respect my wisdom,
like I respect myself,
try to G,
I'll put you in the trees,
like the Keebler Elves,
you couldn't be the Mac,
if you had the car,
the hat,
the hoe,
and your shh,
would still be out the back,
like a patio,
cause I saw you,
eating pig knuckles,
with Frankie Knuckles,
in a club called Juggles,
when they play,
belt buckles,
yo kid,
your life is flimsy,
gave you enough respect,
but took it back,
cause I was seen,
so from the contempos,
to the pros,
and the cons,
cause I'm coming off,
like dresses at the palms,
search like,
mama's gonna kill,
Nasty Nod,
Red Hot Lover,
Tone OC,
and Chub Rock,
kicking them in the grill,
the grill again,
back to the grill again,
the grill again,
back to the grill again,
back to the grill again,
the grill again,
back to the grill again,
back to the grill again,
the grill again,
back to the grill again,
the grill again,
