Grimace

Hahaha
Shoutout Anvil, man
Yaaah
Happy birthday Grimace

I got a Big Mac, pourin' purple up
Happy birthday Grimace
I got lots of racks, gun with purple mag bullets
Big as grimace
I already said if you don't have no fun
Ain't no point of livin'
I love to kill, I love to take, I love to count
I'm on a mission
I got a Big Mac, pourin' purple up
Happy birthday Grimace
I got lots of racks, with purple mag bullets
Big as grimace
Grimace got a lotta guns
Don't push me past my limit
I'm in Dublin, Buck mixin' that wock up with that fuckin' Guinness

Lord of Ephraim, bow down now before you turn senile
So many different lines, script looking like coke freestyle
Boy you a mark, I got bands to count
And I see in the dark, and it ain't nowhere to run now
Wake up, grab cutter, pour four
I just be raisin' them souls
Don't die, get up
Where's your rage I be grabbing my pole
Boy run, run fast, and run hide, ain't nowhere to go
Everything's worthless, I make it worthful
If you go broke then you sell me your soul
Big gun that I'm toting up
Lil' bitch is loading up
Bitch I'm posted up and toting up and fuckin' blowin' up
Turn go coast to coast lil' bruh
Turn gon' always flex the most
Up on the stage I'm at the show
Blow the smoke inhale the ghost

I got a Big Mac, pourin' purple up
Happy birthday Grimace
I got lots of racks, gun with purple mag bullets
Big as grimace
I already said if you don't have no fun
Ain't no point of livin'
I love to kill, I love to take, I love to count
I'm on a mission
I got a Big Mac, pourin' purple up
Happy birthday Grimace
I got lots of racks, with purple mag bullets
Big as grimace
Grimace got a lotta guns
Don't push me past my limit
I'm in Dublin, Buck mixin' that wock up with that fuckin' Guinness

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