McGruff

Album cover art for "McGruff" by Bill Waves & Primavera Vills

Bill Waves & Primavera Vills - Rap

McGruff

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[Intro] Let's do it again I'll do better this time You know I'd do anything for you [Verse 1: Bill] Late night phase through alleyways Smokin' the Cali haze Fiends from the valley up and down 'til they crowd the way Nowadays it's just statistics, but never listen Envision better Christmases for kids embedded in the system Syringe embedded in his vision, the prism But no light through addiction 'cause life's just like prison Get high, afraid to approach today, roped in weight Soaked in waves of hate, no jokes to say, hope he saves And so we pray over cereal Even though he's never seen a miracle Burials, everything that's spiritual Better play your cards through the hardships Otherwise you runnin' to [?] your losses The tall cost of a lost soul, thought so All the lonely people came from needles bought at Costco Brought gold to the [?] Five dimes totaled with some fine lines Social through a high climb It's my time, I just stated what I came from Only place to take it is my kingdom (You've got me all hot) I bring some of the realest you ever heard of (I just can't help myself) My verses inject purpose I murdered this, get hearses It's worth it, I meant merchantless Perfect, you never heard of us Surf the dog birthin' these words to split vertebras [Verse 2: Primavera Vills] Worthless as the cursive I was learnin' in the third grade (The man I marry has to have a nine-inch cock) Hated writin' Z's, I'm never sleepin', so I burn brain cells When the rain fell (You don't need a nine-inch cock) Came from the same hell Was spellin', sellin' flame, Satan pacin' on the egg shells That made twelve omelets and waffles for the apostles creed (I need a big, long, man) Read between the lines, crime is worth every dime Have 'em dropped on you, serve your time Time to carve your mind 'Cause the pain gets worse, but it never hurts to try Birth certified as rhyme best And I'll surpass the last name No horse shoes or hand grenades Frag or the flash bang Just in case the cash game momentum fucked Givin' bare minimum Only sentimental for the fam' And the circle that I'm workin' with the merchants of the plan I'ma keep workin' 'til I'm in the dirt, you understand?

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Credits

Writers
  • Bill Waves
  • Primavera Vills