GRNFTHR lyrics

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SWOUP

[FINISH HIM]

IMMA BE THE TYPE OF GRANDFATHER
TO SLAP THE LIVING sh*t OUT OF MY GRANDSON AND MY GRANDAUGHTER
OLD BITTER WRINKLED f*ckER WITH A CANE IN HAND
STUCK IN OLD WAYS, WIFE BEATER AND SOME di*kIE PANTS
IF YOU ASK, I KEEP MY TEETH UP IN A DINNER GLASS
THERE'S A CHANCE OF THEM FALLING OUT IF I EVER EAT TOO FAST
BADGES LOOKIN LIKE THEY ASS IS BULLETPROOF
PANTS HIGHER THAN THAT DUDE ON SCOOBY-DOO, ZOiNKS
I JUST DONE A *PUT-YOUR-NOSTRIL-TO-YOUR-NOSE*
LOOKIN FOR A HIPPIE GANG TO BUST EM TO

[BOOM BOOM]

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PETER PIED PIPER, GOT BAZOOKAS IN MY POCKET
ALL I KNOW IS TRAP, TRAPDOORS IN MY KKOFFIN
f*ck ALL OF THIS TRAP, GRANDPAPA STAY POPPIN
ALL I KNOW IS TROOPS, ALL THIS MOBBIN IS FOR PROFIT
IM HAVING FLASHBACKS OF HASH BACK IN VIETNAM, sh*t
POST TRAUMATIC: A METH ADDICT THATS HEARING BOMBS
SMOKIN OPIUM, IN TORSION LIKE FALLOPIAN
LOSING HOPE AGAIN, MY VISION THAT OF DYSTOPIAN
NOW I DRIVE-BY BY THE MALL, HUH
AK OUT THE FUKKIN WINDOW YELLIN BYE-BYE
b*tch IM ALIBABA [HABIBI]
I GOT THIEVES READY TO DIE-DIE
YOUR LITTLE GIRL SAYIN "GOOD-BYE DA-DA"
[MY FUKKIN BAKK HURT]

GRANDMA AT THE CRIB N SHE TRYIN ME
FUKK AROUND AND END UP SPENDING MY RETIREMENT
I BEEN AT THE OLD HOME, ONLY GETTIN OLD DOME
AND OLD KUSH AND OLD SPICE IS NOW MY COLOGNE
b*tch YOULL GET YOUR NOSE BLOWN
AND IM STILL SELLIN COKE
GOT THAT CHRONIC ARTHRITIS BUT YOU STILL GETTIN CHOKED
AND I TOKED WEED, FROM 1967, I'M STILL DOPE
I STEAL FROM HOOKERS WHO PRETENDING THEY BEEN BROKE
KNEES STAY POPPIN TIL THE END OF THE ROAD
I AIN'T STOPPIN TIL MY FUKKIN WINE IN THE DIRT

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