Patch Notes

By Grouce

On Emcee

Released on December 10, 2020

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--CHORUS--

I am no cyborg, I tell you no lie, dawg

Before there were iPods I rapped

It's just years of practice

Unlike all these actors

Who act like they know how to rap

I'm dope with raps but...

--VERSE 1--

Sit back with a six pack and a big bag that is ziplocked

You're a bit shocked by the whiplash when I spit raps

I'll be pissed off, I'ma kick facts

You're a bit soft, it's a mismatch

Twist caps off a twist top, Chris Pratt with a Chris Rock

Dispatch from the pitstop, within an inch of a lynch mob

Tell 'em give me a rim job

I'll take you all down to my dungeon in hundreds of thousands

I'm bouncin' off all of the walls

My nuts are made up of brass so an anvil I get it

And let it go fall on my balls

Brass balls while too many tough guys have glass jaws

I hate politicians who pass laws

That I think are dumb

Smackin' somеone's face back to kingdom come

Yеah, I'm back to drinkin' rum

While I'm eatin' on a snack, a finger bun

Have to think of some raps to bring some fun

Back to rap, lyrical acrobat

I'm gonna bloody hit you with the Shaq attack

Hamidou Diallo jumpin' over Shaq

I don't think you wanna come and open that

Damn can of whoop arse, I'll ram my foot past

Your backside, if you choose to perhaps ride

On the mothership, you're gonna wanna bring a towel

Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy

The Matrix, I can go in and out

I've been crazy for too darn long, I'm too far gone

Like two car-bombs, goin' off at once

I'm blowin' up you chumps, I don't care what you are on

--CHORUS--

--VERSE 2--

I'm back on a track, rappin' a rap

With a fat rap that'll smack you right back in the face

Crackin' your back, back to attack you for the fact

You don't act like I have to be placed

In the top five, I just want my props

Why not give a guy what a guy wants?

Hit you in the eye like your a cyclops

When your eye pops I'ma send you back to the shine-box

With some White-ox and wine box

A sly fox, five cops, put into a pine box

For their psy-ops, give me my props

Lookin' at you like you owe me somethin'

Like the way that shylocks

Look when you owe them, I hooked up my modem

Saw you talkin' sh*t, I'll put my foot to your scrotum

Look to be a showman, I'm cookin' the opponent

Down to a crisp, wow, look at me, I'm floatin'

Off the balcony with a Valkyrie, She'll be callin' out to me

Grouce, how can he end up at the boundary?

Bound to be found somewhere doin' alchemy

What in the heck do I have to be rappin'

To make you realize that I'm bringin' the juice

My raps are gonna be grabbin' you by the neck

Right before putting it into a noose

Putting it into noose, damn it, I've been a recluse

'Cause I hate the human race

It's way too late for them to make amends

I'm sick of makin' friends

Try not to take offense when I shake the fence

That you have been sitting on

Where the heck has my city gone

Became crap and it's really wrong

--CHORUS--