Yeah, Grouce, G-Rated, I don’t think you fuckers know what you’re in for, let’s go...

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Now in these days and times

Everybody thinks they’re blazin’ rhymes

Everybody's out there chasin’ dimes

Everybody seems jaded, lookin’ mad and deflated

Now in these days and times

Everybody thinks they’re blazin’ rhymes

Everybody's out there chasin’ dimes

This album’s called G-Rated, it was made to be hated

(Verse 1)

Who’s got that funk that makes your rump

Shake it up, I can’t help but take a dump

On each and every one of my haters

But not now this one's for the ladies

Dancing on the dancefloor

I'm just here to help you transport

Into another dimension

A place that your mum didn’t mention

When you were growing up

If you don’t like me, you obviously don’t know enough

To make an informed decision

More precision, get ready for incision

Im’a get into your mind like your physician

I made a beat to shake in your trunk

Wind up the windows, start a dutchie, we ain’t fakin’ the funk

Like I said, I’ll be takin’ dump on the haters

But I guess I’ll save that for laters

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(Verse 2)

Im blazing through with amazing rhymes

But no one gives a shit in these days and times

I'm a cannabis junkie on some funky shit

And anyone who wants to hate can suck a monkey dick

Emcee slash producer

Femme fatale, look out, I’ll bash Medusa

With hash in one hand, the mic in the other

When the fuck we stop likin’ each other

I’ll take you up to Kakadu, beat you bloody black and blue

Who the hell you rappin’ to, think of all the shit that doin’ that can do

Just get down to the beat, put your back into

It, this is the shit we get it crackin’ to

It’s crackalackin’, yeah, I’m back and packin’

Heat, it’s in the beat of this track I'm mackin’

Yeah, I'm mackin’ the beat, back on my feet

Packin’ the heat, there ain’t a rapper that can compete

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(Verse 3)

Verse 3, I can see that you’re thirsty

For more ‘cuz I'm keepin’ it raw

Like every time I'm knee-deep in a whore

Whatchu you talkin’ ‘bout?

Don’t like my show? There’s the door, start walkin’ out

This my song, no one else's

I keep my mind strong, like Paracelsus

This ain’t a bloody pop song

I look around and see the look on your faces and think ‘what’s wrong?’

You all have gone soft

There's nothin’ left to call upon, before the bomb dropped

I was gettin’ primed, now I'm high in the sky

And I'm fallin’ nonstop, ‘til I'm fallin’ on top, of the game

I'm off the chain, I'm off to train

With Isis, ‘cuz America pays ‘em to start a crisis

There's heaps of money they pay ‘em and that entices

Someone with no money to cut a man into slices

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