spark master tape – 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 d+ckie pants
if you ask, i keep my t++th 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]
uhhhhhhhhhh
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, intusion like fallopian
losing hope again, my vision that of dystopian
now i drive popeye to mile high
ak out the f+kkin 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 f+kkin bakk hurt]
grandma at the crib n she tryin me
f+kk 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 on thuddis 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 f+kkin wine in the dirt
uhhhhhhhhhhh
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