Introducing Grinna and Beergut in.... Obsessive Compulsive Disorderlys
Smashed wit a stash of hash stacked to the damn heavens./ As I drink I
leave emcees extinct like seven eleven./ Back up vocals by Faith Evans.
Gettin blunted with local yokels./ Smoke bowls wit less braincells than the
purpose coke holds./ Chuggin a jug of hash oil while my brain rash boils./
An apartment with singed carpet and some scattered smashed foil./ Cash
foils my life because I spend all my cash on dank and forties./ Spankin
horny teeny bopper bitches started at noon and drank till morning./ I
listen to mean spirits who make me scream and peeps fear it./ Who watch me
pass and lean and ask their homeboy if only he hear's it./ We near it my
people. It's the end I'm speakin of./ Drinkin up and fallin down heavin
jugs and breathin blunts./ Dealin drugs and diggin old dirt while I walk
through skoal spurts./ And yell so loud that you need big enough earmuffs for
the whole earth./ My soul bursts and leaves a crater filled with anger for
all the haters./ Half passed out in a restaraunt yellin, "I need a wine
Grinna aka Tha Smyle Cracker:
Yo Gut, maintain ya focus for a second more/
see that blond chick on the kitchen floor?/
gettin grudge fucked by a gook whore/
well, thats my ex-girl, not the dyke/
but the blond in Kani tights/
whatta ya say we kidnap her, hold here for ransom over on SHINELIGHT/
you get the flashlight, i'll get the duct tape and dynamite/
kick in the freezer door, blood thirsty waving a kitchen utensil/
dracula with a spatula, preparing that bitch for dismissal/
remember me? i mean us? we gang banged you in May after work/
while Puff Daddy and Pee Wee Herman looked on in a circle jerk/
"leave me alone" she screamed " i've got a real man now"/
you mean that chink bitch with a dildo or your lil' brother Hal?/
just relax til i get your wrest taped, let's get started/
load ya in the van and let Gut fuck you retarded/
i'll just masterbate, while listening to Sonja Blades new tape and swell/
"music makes me high" nah, it makes me horney as hell/
here Gut you drive for a while why i explore her anal cavity/
rape this taped bitch till she vomits and passes out, tragically/
forget the hostage shit, let's throw her to the homeless people/
let'em feast on her and give her a yeast infection that's unequavical/
we'll hit up the club scene and get wasted and shit/
wait, got any vaccine? i can't get her shit off my dick/.........
damn, this always happens........
editors note: this is totally fiction and for entertainment value only. any events or persons depicted in this joint are also made up and any simalarities to any persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. we do not advocate violence in any form or fashion, well, for the most part. we do however, reccomend that every well bodied bitch in the universe come over to me and BeerGut's diggs and let us demonstrate the basis for this song. remember, practice makes perfect and yellow and blue make green......... i think?????.......
peace and blessings to Beer Gut for the tight verse, shit dogg, u always get me open.
peace to all my cats at ughh.com, i know this is different from my usual way of emceeing, but yall know how thoughts minifest sometimes.......
big ups to, CivilPoet, Flatliner, ExenTricks, Jwordsmith, and all the others that show love, it's retro for sure.
"marijuana illegal, but cigarettes cool/
i might look kinda funny, but i ain't no fool/" - ANDRE of OutKast
1 reply? Oh well, ish was pretty tight. Havin some fun writing, nice collab. Peace to both of you
shit was off the hook..had me crackin my ass up on the floor..much props and respect
"Chuggin a jug of hash oil while my brain rash boils./
An apartment with singed carpet and some scattered smashed foil" thats my room dawg..