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Lyrics
DJ Greddie is back in action,
Come and join the latest faction.
Evil and wicked inside his skull,
There's no use fighting the grim attraction!
Hello, and welcome to the new cd,
I got a fresh style coming with the synthesis.
That your virgin ears heard a few seconds ago.
And it's plain to see that Im a run the show.
The show that'll surely make and break your day,
The tunes youll likely be bumpin in your chevrolet.
You'll go bump. Bump, bump, boom,
Cause the moog in my bass has your woofers consumed.
And that's not an opinion, its a golden fact,
I'm on a roll and the soul is sitting on my back.
Got exactly what your bitch ass is dying to hear,
You want a beer? Wait here, oh shit I can't steer.
Cause I'm drunk as fuck and my car is stuck,
In a ditch by a truck, bad luck aint struck.
Me, you see. Cause I'sold another million cds.
So help me fund another football stadium,
I'm a crook, and I'm diggin all this mad freedom.
I get away with 90 percent of this fucked up shit,
And I'll never dispose of them.
That consists of the beer I drink,
And the smoke I weed, that line reversed is what I mean.
I can't garuntee that I won't do crack,
In the end I'll be strung out and tracked.
As a matter of fact,
Im speeding up the lyrics cause Im speeding on amphetims.
All those books I never read em, dogs died never fed em.
Pure lines never cut em but I snort em into my brain,
I guess I'm insane,
Like Cypress Hill on a Black Sunday
When there's no sun rays but the bodies lay in a hill with a gate.
Check it out...
Why thank you for the congrats on the crucial fact,
That I got your ass involved in this rap attack.
I've only got a sole thing on my mind, trackin rhymes,
Serve no jail time. At least not this time,
Cause I'm a lit up Pumpkin and I'm haunting your porch,
Break a lock and steal the keys to yah porche.
I don't give a damn, never give to Uncle Sam,
Never thought on Halloween your ass would be scammed.
But when you got home today you noticed Napster say,
Banned by Dr. Dre cause he needs the monay and cavasia.
Cause he can't think straight with hotchick008 getting
Getting 30k, on a song he made.
With snoop doggy dawg and likely smoked the bong.
While he was writing, its nail biting,
So hes sighting your ass a warning,
So you dont come crying to me.
Cause I'm getting my hands on your savings.
And your bank account number, your dumber,
Than Thumper, Yes that crazy rabit you wanna slap at, or throw
Some raps at, but you've tried and tried and they're not too phat.
That your ass buy my clothing line
Embroidery of DJ Greddie on the outside.
as well as in and jeans with it on the shin.
So when you trip and fall, I'll see some internet hits.
Oh shit, are my words rejected?
Not what you expected to hear?
Cause Eminem is hot and I'm still feared
Like a nuclear blast in Baghdad, its here!
Cause Im old enough to be your dad
And I got you in the truck in a hefty bag.
What a drag, too legit for the RS Mag,
Put down that crack welcome DJ Greddie Back.
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