Grrr

Lyrics
[Intro] I'ma start this album like this A little off-the-domey A little somethin' 2024, nigga We get it in A little somethin', let me think of somethin' Grrr (Brrap, blaw, blaw, blaw) [Verse 1] Shit, I'm gettin' hit markers Shit blocker, the rip doctor, Crip monster Shit, I'm the shit with no paper Four caper jumpin' out the '64 scraper My paper didn't taper, but I still smoke nature Jackin' off in the window while I'm lookin' at your neighbor Thinkin' how I'm gon' rape her Nigga, I got bars like a jail cell Rappers plus death, it equals stale smell Nigga, I'ma scrape 'em The black maccent, as-salamu alaykum My shit go—, I call that shit Jamaican King of the West Coast, that's the situation Eatin' rappers like toast, lettuce and bacon The atheist has awakened, I'm ready for domination The sickness, the shit hits all of the population Spreads like a virus and I just know I'm the creator so I'm biased, I just flow [Chorus] Grrr I'm seasick, anemic, and the spit is genius I'm cookin' without the deep dish (Cookin' without the deep dish) (Leave him dead with his eyes wide open) Grrr I'm seasick, anemic, and the spit is genius I'm cookin' without the deep dish (Cookin' without the deep dish) (Leavin' him dead with his eyes wide open) [Verse 2] I lost my brain now I'm insane, 'bout to enflame, let me explain the endgame They told me I'm psycho, Kobe or Michael I'm socially likable, other, totally spiteful When you be fuckin' with my digits Pull out the biscuit and all you hear is crickets It's a murder show, better get your tickets They might want the front row in case we spit the sick shit I wrote the dopest Them niggas couldn't see me with a microscope lens Wonderin' where a nigga be? I've been smokin' Smokin' some of that—, put it this way, I've been chokin' Givin' other rappers headaches, ibuprofen For the last nine months, nigga, I've been broken Leave me up in somebody's house and I will choke them And leave him dead with his eyes wide open [Chorus] Grrr I'm seasick, anemic, and the spit is genius I'm cookin' without the deep dish (Cookin' without the deep dish) (Leavin' him dead with his eyes wide open) Grrr I'm seasick, anemic, and the spit is genius I'm cookin' without the deep dish (Cookin' without the deep dish) (Leavin' him dead with his eyes wide open) [Outro] Grrr I'm seasick, anemic, and the spit is genius I'm cookin' without the deep dish (I'm cookin' without the deep dish) (Leavin' him dead with his eyes wide open)
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Credits
- Writers
- Brotha Lynch Hung