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grizzy hendrix - r.i.p. scru face lyrics

intro:
well you see now, you done f+cked up the advantage. i+i no i+ i f+cked up now you know that now

verse 1:
i waited a whole week n+ggas (hoo)
where’s scru at? (where?)
i fill that bar so much more now, scru you all cap
i don’t fit in this new era, (nope) you hey arnold with these raps
i’m more chucky with it, k!lling sh+t this child’s play’s for saps (saps)
you on with your dad, you too worried ’bout the cash, you worried ’bout not getting sack, cuz i’m blitzing on your ass
oh dear scru, don’t be sad, you like the black version of vlad
when i be blogging they be watching cuz i’m always speaking facts (hoo)
when you be blogging they be watching like, not another ad!

interlude:
when you’re feeling sick, do you know what to do next? follow me to find out

verse 2:
and that’s the difference between us, you just trying to get cheese bruh
but go on do your thing, i’ll let you rock like dame dash
’till i feel you getting comfortable, now gimme that chain back (gimme that!)
how you go at upchurch and you think because of that, i’m supposed to respect your craft, which is why i had to laugh
that’s kinda sad, you got a buzz and now you, turning into dax (it’s dax)
this is facts, peeping staff, i could tell it’s all an act
you could ‘prolly win an oscar, cuz to me your sh+t is trash, you tryna clash with a titan, but your sh+t is no match
still you think you want smoke, i’m like your nicotine patch (patch)
you get no pass for that last battle, boy that sh+t was ass!
prince pants, pimp hand, you ‘gon catch this backhand, full of baby powder
why your man, mufu so gas?
and shaq i love how you react, but there’ll be bars you won’t catch
compared to scru’s surface level sh+t, my sh+t’s pure crack
i’m more dom pérignon, he’s like baby similac
but i guess i can’t complain if y’all n+ggas into that
cuz some n+gga’s like kobe! another+
scratch that, i’m like a lottery pick cuz you can bet your life on that
i got some punches for your head, i’m like dos vs mac
you can add but can’t subtract the fact that raw talent’s what you lack
this sh+t comes to me, telepathy, you force it in your raps
see we ‘gon, have this little clash scru, please sit back
and don’t raise one hand until some questions get asked
like, why your flow still shaky but you say you study shady?
but you sound like ja rule on tracks (it’s murda) it’s awful when you rap
your voice is unpleasant to the ears like hearing forks scratch against fine china like tigers baby mama scr+ps
this is loaded lux on smack, literally when i black
i can’t get jiggy with your sh+t, you michael blackson on wax
i chalk this up to borden why he even chose this task
cuz, it’s ‘gon be my breakout year
so, yeah i might be rash, so i gotta show the people who’s better and that’s that
so, don’t get mad and don’t do no more reviews
p.s. we should rap together, i hope to see you soon

interlude:
f+ck {??} and f+ck these f+ck these f+cking diaz brothers! f+ck all! i’ll bury those c+ckroaches, what did they ever do for us?

hook:
i don’t wanna be like this (nope)
i don’t really wanna hurt your feelings (come on)
i’m only being real when i say n0body wants to hear them wack screwed up raps
you must got me confused with dax (come on) (it’s dax!)
i don’t know what the f+ck you thinking in fact (yeah!)
put the mic down and walk away (put the mic down dawg)
so there’s still a little time for you to save some face

verse 3:
yo, this n+gga scru turned into a scrooge
he’s always, ducking and shucking and looking for views
he must got nothing to do , it’s obvious dude
it’s like the lyrics you spew be fused with a view
contadictory hypocrite leavin’ us clues
and it’s obviously daniel in a scru costume
cuz there’s no way he could possibly be fooling us too, times two
i foreseen all of your moves
i play chess, you play checkers, check the records you fool
i’m like a reincarnated eminem on pro tool
i’ve been a pro since my teens that’s why i’m muscling you
and you just, scrambling, panicking, can’t understand how a man in a mask and a country singer murdered your ass
so you just sit back and try to hit back with diss tracks
so much disdain for this mane, in disbelief, he’s insane can’t believe his own brain, i know y’all hear the flow change
so he tried to use the race card and came in last place, i didn’t wanna have to do it to you but you ass man
how he supposed to spring back in this lyrical war game, when his punchlines are ’bout as basic as his name?
wait, only screw we respect was known as a dj and you don’t break a scratch record so stay in your place
hermit or kermit the frog you tried to hop in the ring and got knocked down and outboxed like an homeless place
he was all up in my dm’s swear to god you should’ve seen him
“man you could’ve just said my name didn’t have to be a meanie”
you like lil nas x, you better go and eat your wheaties, i’m like a little nas and little x that’s why you can’t defeat me
kunta kinte rapping, i’m going for a threepeat
got him copping and pleading the sheriff is heated
and i’m just, secretly scheming to lead him to me and, defeat him while people try to put together his pieces
slicing through this beat like i just ate me some pizza
i’m sh+tting on you, i didn’t even feed you the feces
you tried to go at upchurch and try to target the sheep but now you in a moshpit with the market of bees
and now i’m ’bout to sh+t on you and treat you like toilet seat
i’ve been k!lling all my beats while you just get attempted murder
speaking of murder, with this ink i might just go and irv ya
destroy your empire and you lucius flipping burgers

hook:
i don’t wanna be like this
i don’t really wanna hurt your feelings
i’m only being real when i say n0body wants to hear them wack screwed up raps
you must got me confused with dax (ha!)
i don’t know what the f+ck you thinking in fact (hoo!)
put the mic down and walk away (put that mothaf+cking mic down n+gga!)
so there’s still a little time for you to save some face

interlude:
now i hope after this, y’all n+ggas know who the best motherf+cking youtube rapper alive is n+gga. it’s me, god f+cking griz! these n+ggas can’t f+cking see me, i don’t know what made these n+ggas think they could see me. (talk your sh+t cuz) really like, i’m the best f+cking rapper on youtube. (facts) i just came to conquer your world, then i’mma move on to the j. coles, the kendricks, (hey, hey, hey, come on grizzy) the f+cking lupes, the f+cking, uh, who else? wale, (grizzy, wale?) rick rosses, (chill out really?!!?) f+cking, all those motherf+ckers! (oh my god, cut his mic)

verse 4:
this n+gga scru straight doo+doo
i’m battling two dudes, whoopi and mufu, buy his fans but i’m too cool
lupe, suwu, it be like that but you knew these nerds on youtube gabbing like ‘yo sh+t cuckoo
crazy with the flow but i only gave you two ooh’s
some fake gun bars and you ain’t ever held a doose goose, talking like you use 2’s when you held a .22? in ballerina school, he uses that to confuse you
cuz them lines ain’t truthful, plus you lack substance, all them fillup bars boo+boo, now watch how this fool lose
oh, didn’t see the mass angle coming, who knew?
wow, real clever your fans’ll eat it up, chew through
all them corny juggalo jokes i heard you use
you trying to end the battle and i didn’t even reb+ttal
all that lets me know is two things, you scared and i’m trouble
and your fans ‘gon still cheer for you and they’ll love you, even if you lose to a juggalo that rocks a muzzle
you started off humble, and now you tryna rumble
got sacked and em fumble, now he’s tryna to hit and run yo
y’all can’t see the lies he tries to hide with the dumb jokes?
he started off saying he’ll respond but feet got cold
germaine told, you lame hoe
i’m too sick, strep throat
had to set it off on him, cleo, and get bold
cuz if we left it up to him this battle wouldn’t unfold
he’ll still be f+cking mufu in the assh0l+ in a bathrobe
so thank a real n+gga for putting myself on the throne
with no street teen, no biased n+ggas to vouch for, just me by myself wih no co+sign i’m no hope
i don’t take pictures with rappers and try to post those and act like i’m cool with tech n9ne like y’all bro+bros
usin’ that as promo, and d+mn that’s a low blow, but you talking bout me though, when you the torpedo
tryna blow off other n+ggas like yo ass deepthroat but i guess that’s how you make your profit you and your man profit
jehovah witness i promise i won’t knock it i’m just bothered
you act like you honest but you in it for your pockets
you use battle rap as a ploy when really you ain’t ’bout it
y’all just open your optics he was scared for me to drop this
he’s transparent as f+ck, he’s bruce jenner stop it
just watch him, jean is sh+tting, it’s shocking how i dropped him

interlude:
we are gathered here today, on this somber occasion, to say goodbye, to the dearly departed. he was dearly, and he has departed. thus, that’s why we call him the dearly departed, in other words, the n+gga dead

verse 5:
i’mma sit back and paint a picture, all you n+ggas gotta do is listen
youtube is full of new spitters and reactors makin’ dough off what you spittin’
which is cool with me, just don’t move shifty, like scru to make me think you sh+tty, but when you choose to just abuse your views and start race baiting you get real iffy
are you tryna trick me, into thinking if we divide the people, that sh+t’s healthy?
all that tells me is for some cl!cks adam sandler you gon’ try to derail me
but my train of thought is too wise to fail me, that whole battle with upchurch was silly
color purple, i was like really? “when you tried to hit me griz, again he dissed me”
i’m thinking is he, just trying to get me off his back cuz he know i’m 50, and he be ja rule and end up missing?
listen, listen it gets sick man, you use your platform, create division
you no different than lord jamar, donald trump, tommy moore, and even hitler, use your voice to make change n+gga
i had a talk with n+ggas they said the same n+gga, i won’t name names but i blame n+ggas like you while we in the same condition
stuck wishin’ we could see the vision, but instead we got blacks like you who milkin’
half emotions to k!ll our children, and i know your homie crypt can’t say you trippin’, but dawg you trippin’ make a difference!
you make us feel like, we all indifferent and dawg i been there, i use my pigment, and try to tell whites to mind they business
really deep down, that sh+t’s an illness, and it’s gon’ k!ll us, not rebuild us, don’t be rebellious, taunty billups
i just get so p+ssed and when i see a n+gga who just want attention on a wrong mission thinking they uplifting like they inner {?}
you must need a spot but not a pot to p+ss in
listen, i get called a uncle tom, a coon, a boot l!cker even by my own n+ggas, but still i understand the linguistics from the emmett till’s who got k!lled from whistling
but your white fans won’t grasp the point if you try to turn your black friends against them
and what’s the point of going in on ‘church if y’all demographics is way different?
country music? rap listeners? d+mn you ignant, too malignant
all for the clout, you monetized for riches, it’s sad the fact i gotta k!ll my brother just to prove a point so our people get this
and this sh+t is, f+cking ridiculous
how the f+ck could you reb+ttal this sh+t? you can’t n+gga we all bearin’ witness, like yo he’s in the courtroom snitching
we all got responsibilities and itches, y’all probably think this is a diss but this is the fix of distance, you’ll be pimpin’, from white to black
and this is from a mixed kid, i’m disgusted by your brother’s fitting
he would even come to ‘church and say that dumb sh+t
with his sense, called ‘church a cracker, but if he turned around and called you n+gga, y’all get offended and try to spin it, like he started lynching, that’s how y’all mend it?
i ain’t team black, i ain’t team white, i’m team us, sit this team with me, you can’t fool me, looking for forgiveness

hook:
black, white, white, black
all i’m hearin’ in his raps
tryna talk race, let’s talk
you can talk facts
you was tryna use that as an angle called maclash
i don’t every wanna hear that racist f+ckin’ bullcr+p
black, white, white, black
all i’m hearin’ in his raps
tryna talk race, let’s talk
you can talk facts
you was tryna use that as an angle called maclash
i don’t every wanna hear that racist f+ckin’ bullcr+p

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