| I do the most yes, I’m gross
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| I’m grotesque, I gross
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| Bring the piggy to the slaughter for the roast
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| Toast to another officer’s ghost
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| Three little pigs in the blanket
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| Blow they house down, brains on crank it
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| Big bad wolf sniffin' that white
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| Howlin' at the moon when the clock struck midnight
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| Seven little dwarfs posted up in the dope spot
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| Snow White started to bubble in the crock pot
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| All of a sudden at the door was a knock knock
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| It was Rob Bass talkin' 'bout I wanna rock
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| But this ain’t 1986, they tryin' to play these tricks
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| I got the 9 on my lap like I babysit
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| Guns I spark those right at the
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| Who’s kickin' in my door? |
| The big fool
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| 69 seconds 'fore they start tellin'
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| So I grabbed all the money, left the dope I was sellin'
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| Ran down the alley, hopped in the Malley
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| Stepped on the gas, didn’t dilly dally
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| Cops on my dick 'cause I got away
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| So I raced up the block to my homegirl’s hideaway
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| She let me smash, she helped me count the stash
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| It was six in the morning, she didn’t even fucking axe
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| Back on the block the very next day
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| Sittin' in the spot, rockin' up yay
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| Detroit Lions and Tigers play
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| Got the raider truck with the ragtop sway
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| With the Gucci interior
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| Crusin' like I’m on Lake Superior
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| Young boy incorporated
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| Graduated from the streets, most suckers hate it
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| You eat it, I chef it and played it
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| They bit it, we did it, we made it
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| What would you do? |
| Style so boogaloo
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| Straight off that 'fro, what we should do
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| What would Detroit, the whole East Side hood do?
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| We know who is who. |
| It’s all good, too
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| Gator shoes and Cartier frames
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| Can’t ride on nobody else man coat tail, make your own name
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| I got dick for dames, never party with lames
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| Come at me the wrong way, say goodbye to your brains |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grotesque , by - Esham. Song from the album She Loves Me Not, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп