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  • Текст песни GRYSCL - Macho Man

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    I got hella exes on hand like I’m straight-edge,

    But I’m the one that’s wasted...

    I don’t make amends, I barely make beds.

    Picture me rollin’ just like the JPEG,

    The apex with eight legs...

    Break legs, and break necks, and still ain’t caught a break yet...



    It’s the return of the, oops, sorry to burden ya,

    Oops, there goes your album release,

    Sorry for swerving ya...

    I can I heard it all before, but, never heard of ya.

    I turned local shows into Disturbia.

    Right outside my window...

    I see people ‘round me aging tenfold...

    I can feel my energy revitalize my kinfolk...

    Flow so sick, might cause swelling in your lymph nodes.

    Say you want the smoke, but you ain’t never struck the flint though.

    Nose to the grindstone, cold since a zygote.

    Jedi in the kitchen, whippin’ chickens with my eyes closed.

    Guided by the force...but I’m out here fighting mind clones.

    Might just break a tibia, a fibula, and thigh-bone...



    So hold up...hold this...

    And hold that...OH SHIT!



    So hold up...hold this...

    And hold that...OH SHIT!



    Oh shit, hold up...hold this...

    Hold that...OH SHIT!



    So hold up!...And hold this...

    And hold that...Look....



    Feeling like my whole body’s a ride,

    Controlled by it inside,

    Behold, I’m designed, to control bodies and minds,

    I’m woahed by it at times, a rose, buy his in vines,

    In the hoes, like, shopping at Lowe’s, I’m laying pine.

    Indo’, fire, and rhymes, get low, and fire blind...

    Singing to the hoes, the Jackson minus the 5...

    Soulja minus the Draco,

    Lil’ nigga from Case Closed,

    Super Saiyan 4, ape mode,

    Break her back, Dean Malenko...

    Nobody’s perfect, I never make a mistake though.

    Diamonds like Dallas Page, my water ain’t from the lake hole,

    Kitchen sink, or the ocean, volcanic Fiji, I make those...

    Get the pussy wet ‘cause I made the water she drink, yo...

    Sexy but hate hoes; butter, I’m on a great roll;

    Neck been rocky like ASAP, Chi-Chi pay me in pesos.

    Realest nigga, I can’t fold, you could never relate,

    ‘Cause you a snitch, and your father was droppin’ dimes at the payphone...





    So hold up...hold this...

    And hold that...OH SHIT!



    So hold up...hold this...

    And hold that...OH SHIT!

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