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grim dave – pitchin’ / treachery lyrics

[part i: pitchin’]

[verse]
back in this b-tch it’s the menace
p-ssin’ on the opposition from the top of mount olympus
i stuck your grandma pearl up [?] pitchin’
even made her knit me a sweater and some b-tch mob pink mittens
pool full of cristal for my baptism
the k hit you, watch you split like a chapped kisser
diminish my morals and started getting richer
you can’t play fair with these n-gg-s, ‘cause in the midst of
making friends, you can get k!lled with no repentance
and i’m still in a state of vengeance
a bathing ape camouflage finish, on my glock
18 fully automatic at your momma’s rental van
dirty n-gg-, mind grimy as the griddle and
i’m dumping at the catchers till my dogs up out the kennel, man
i’m pitchin’ grams like your nana up to bat next
kidnap your daughter, stuff a kilo in her flat chest

[hook]
i swear these rappers, nowhere near as sick as this b-st-rd
the pack and track [?] when the pen gets retracted
f-ck these raps, f-ck an ad-lib
i’d rather slang crack, my cover up will be this rap shit
i swear these rappers, nowhere near as sick as this b-st-rd
the pack and track [?] when the pen gets retracted
f-ck these raps, f-ck an ad-lib
i’d rather slang crack, my cover up will be this rap shit

[part ii: treachery]

[intro]
hey tell my momma, kiss my cheek at my funeral
f-ck my life shit

[verse 1]
i sold my first gram at eleven
and i ain’t learn to tie my f-cking shoes till i was seven
from a place where the sun don’t shine on the beach
and n-gg-s praying every day for a come up like erectile dysfunction
life’s a game and i’m off of gambols
i’ve been playing russian roulette with that ruger on the mantle
big black hawk .45 with that pearl handle
it’s deep, we play the block like a hick play the banjo
i’m the evangelist to the vandals
i see through the snakes and the enemies in camos
life’s a looney tune, i drop weight like an anvil
pitch a eight ball of the snow at the show just to let the fans know
how real it is, my trini’ b-tch keep a 25 snub snout concealed in this shit, these are facts (all truth)

[verse 2]
twenty years of age, i run the grand scheme of things
lil pups get bit in they neck for p-ssing on my tree
they should’ve put him down like the sick dog that he is
and take him off the grid, down to where lucifer lives
he looks familiar, oh shit, there goes my momma’s crib
we been, livin’ in h-ll, been in disdain, livin’ under the spell
deemed at flight risk, went to buy [?]
swear to god i pay any f-cking price to get keef outta that cell f-ck, life, i can’t take no more of this shit
i’m sniffing c-ke and pouring lean, ’bout to abort out this shit
‘cause quite frankly, man, i’m bored of this shit
but you think life really done f-cked you, h-ll nah, that’s just the tip of the d-ck

- grim dave lyrics

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