You Know What Really Grinds My Gears

Lyrics

[VERSE 1: Mr. Grey] The Force has awoken once again All I see is little Sith bitches Where the fuck is old Ben You owe me one You sure as hell ain't Obi-Wan It's a Kobe pun Dead end job Money, gold be gone Lookin' at some of my peers Rather, rap volunteers It looks like rhyme saying's fucked I'm just sayin' Am I the only Super Saiyan In the playin' field G and C got work to do Follow him Before I follow you You know what really grinds my gears Sittin' in the middle of gridlocked traffic Gums flappin' Dispropro' bitches Loose lips and bad habits Shit, bitch I'm way too wise for that Way too slick to be caught off guard No you don't know me now But you owe me that [HOOK] Gears grindin' in my mind And they're smokin' out the love Gears grindin' in my mind And they're smokin' out the love, love, love Gears grindin' in my mind And they're smokin' out the love Gears grindin' in my mind And they're smokin' out the love, love, love You know what really grinds my gears, gears You're delusion, a losin' the truth in your ear like You know what really grinds my gears, gears All these fake fucks hatin' us out of fear, right You know what really grinds my gears, gears These long lost twats on the jock when we near, but You know what really grinds my gears, gears You motherfucker, best steer clear [VERSE 2: ClockworC] Me beast of oblivion Hell-bent simian No pity for your city Got my nitty-gritty minion Sharp with syntax We the apex pack Y'all hash the next jam Till we up and lash back Crack, crack, never backtrack Can I get a 'Lac Cross paths with a black cat And I'ma look bad Never get my money back I'm a running back With a gunny sack Full of bad acts Never gonna get rap game Forrest Gump Flick a cigarette in your tank at the pump Haha, thinkin' you the caca But you not, dawg I'ma raw-dog with ya mama While you watch with your pompoms Eatin' cha-cha Goin' gaga Take a sawed-off Say, "ahh" and swallow Pull the trigger motherfucker Dome with the drama Some call me Fasha Second to nada Back in the battle and begin the slaughter Get in the saddle and head for the sun Because all I could want is awaiting the Clock And the meeting to end But I'm back on the saga [HOOK] Gears grindin' in my mind And they're smokin' out the love Gears grindin' in my mind And they're smokin' out the love, love, love Gears grindin' in my mind And they're smokin' out the love Gears grindin' in my mind And they're smokin' out the love, love, love You know what really grinds my gears, gears You're delusion, a losin' the truth in your ear like You know what really grinds my gears, gears All these fake fucks hatin' us out of fear, right You know what really grinds my gears, gears These long lost twats on the jock when we near, but You know what really grinds my gears, gears You motherfucker, best steer clear [VERSE 3: ClockworC & Mr. Grey] [ClockWorC] The late night avalanche Rolling in my Cadillac Now they can't see me Silly rabbit's got the cataracts [Mr.Grey] Battle plan Open hand Smacked till your face yacked Brace facts Coming like you're honey on my age pack [ClockWorC] Package on my backhand With a sack big Macking When they go for my gadget [Mr.Grey] Cuckoo havoc Veteran ramming Get out my lane I'm fit to be crashing [ClockWorC] Pastry basket Embrace the madness Take your L or take this damage [Mr.Grey] Racing time I'm checkered flaggin' You droppin dimes I'm breaking up candy [HOOK] Gears grindin' in my mind And they're smokin' out the love Gears grindin' in my mind And they're smokin' out the love, love, love Gears grindin' in my mind And they're smokin' out the love Gears grindin' in my mind And they're smokin' out the love, love, love You know what really grinds my gears, gears You're delusion, a losin' the truth in your ear like You know what really grinds my gears, gears All these fake fucks hatin' us out of fear, right You know what really grinds my gears, gears These long lost twats on the jock when we near, but You know what really grinds my gears, gears You motherfucker, best steer clear