| This is a Flipmode Squad
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| Jim Carrey collabo
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| Now what?
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| Ugh, hallelujah
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| Kids hear this come on
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| While I’m lacing and tryna prepare this
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| For y’all, oh well I got a story to tell
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| About a dude I met once, miserable as hell
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| How grouchy he was
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| And how slouchy he was
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| And when he talked, you’d smell his breath
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| And how lousy it was
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| And if you daydreamed, he’d give you pinch
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| Now let me tell you about Mr. Grinch
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| Every holiday season while we was young, growing up
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| Everything be cool when Mr. Grinch show up
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| Always plottin' and schemin' to ruin everybody’s holiday season
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| And never had a justifiable reason
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| Yo B I had my reason
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| They call me The Grinch
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| I tried to live the given
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| But it was making me winch
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| I see happy kids whitless
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| «Merry Christmas» they shouted
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| I stole the gifts
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| And there was nothing anyone could do about it
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| You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| You really are a heel
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| You’re as cuddly as a cactus, (uh) you’re as charming as an eel
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| Mister Grinch
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| (Busta Rhymes, Jim Carrey, Mr. Grinch)
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| Mister Grinch
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| He was an angry little dude with a horrible attitude
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| And he’ll show you some gratitude
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| If you let him ruin your mood
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| Everybody knew about him from here to Baton Rouge
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| He remind me of the crazy lost cousin of Mr. Scrooge
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| Word to mother
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| Yes, it’s my favorite day
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| You let me take all your gifts
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| And just yell my name!
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| (MR. GRINCH)
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| After that I’ll be on my way
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| Just to return and successfully ruin your day
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| Okay for the record
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| What the hell made you like that?
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| So grouchy and grimy
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| How everything about you is whack
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| Ay yo I know you all can tell
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| From all the talk from his mouth
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| You better set some big traps
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| Around the gifts in your house
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| State of the art surveillance
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| Just to give it a boost
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| You sleep with one eye open
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| With a couple wild dogs running loose, now
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| He’s definitely not the dude you can trust
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| He be bouncing with all your goods
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| And leave you biting the dust
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| You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
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| You really are a heel
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| You’re as cuddly as a cactus
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| You’re as charming as an eel
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| Mister Grinch, Mister Grinch
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| Grinch come around safe guard your things
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| You better safe guard your money
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| Safe guard your bling
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| You gotta safe guard your crib
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| Safe guard your g’s
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| You gotta safe guard the stash and the car keys
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| You gotta listen up to what we talking about
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| Yeah it was better when the Grinch was never coming around her
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| Time after time again
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| Never mind he already took the liqour out your Heineken
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| He already quick to try again
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| To steal the gifts another way
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| And give you all a different style again
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| Why you stackin' and you trying to swell
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| You best believe Mr. Grinch schemin, dude stay coneiving ass
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| Ay yo he stay schemin' when you thinkin' he not
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| Looking over your shoulder
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| Peepin' everything you got
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| (He, he, he Busta Rhymes I will get you too)
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| Relax duke you need to chill
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| Something seriously wrong with you
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| You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
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| You really are a heel
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| You’re as cuddly as a cactus
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| You’re as charming as an eel
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| Mister Grinch, Mister Grinch
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| You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
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| You really are a heel
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| You’re as cuddly as a cactus
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| You’re as charming as an eel
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| Mister Grinch, Mister Grinch
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| I wanna give a shout out to the West Side of Who-ville |