Patrick Tilon, Rudeboy - Good Grief lyrics

Good morning Vietnam! My style is triple, quadruple, damage for MC's I make 'em huff 'n puff like mufflers for Meineke Human exhaust, you wanna g-get lost ? Rhymes plus Exxon ride brains like Alain Prost MC clowns, I blaze towns I drag wheel skulls, leave with speed 'n dust cloud All you monkeys, donkeys, alternative junkies I'm strictly T-Rex, 'n my raps just crunch, see The jive 'n babble, throw heavy scrabble Sparkles plus the bubbles plus the flavor like Snapple All you so-called rebels heavy metal cattle Some horses got force but I simply tame with saddle Hunt a stunt like Red October, ain't crossin' over Oops ! scud scrub? Patriot makes pulver The music hits, fierce that it is Check the brothers in the crowd that 'hiss' Good grief! Industry check to mac and wanna know me I kick against control untamed like wild pony So holy like tony, attract like Coney Island My style man, don't need no master flasher Test a prankster gangster like a gat much faster Get the band aid, kid crunch hard knock I sport more techniques confidential than Fort Knox Sort of tool - Glock - automatic on the static Synthetic - plastic? You stay ready with the casket I throw a style, freak wants to test it It's crazy mega fab, makes your hottie cheer I crush MC jaws who oughta be chandelier And drop the litter - on the quitter The survival-rival gets stronger Much fitter Worldwide you get served like stinky cheese More force than a s**ual intercourse So MC's, please Brothers amaze - keep 'em all in a daze With the wild funk blaze Good grief! One time for your mind now, as I climb now Step by step now, but Wagga Rep now I write flavor like I was Wes Craven People under my stairs steal like raven Black with beaks wanna croak when spoken to Some sh**ty nonsense beat, you gotta be jokin' too The rhyme enforcer, rhythm courser I 'spect you to respect with the force, well of course oh! Don't give me the lip Like he thought that he could I frown on bullsh** like my name was clint eastwood You come with fronts, stunts 'n poses I welcome you to my jungle Like my name was guns 'n roses I blast the sound, you check the sound You got to be down, you got to be down, like me, like Charlie Brown Saying good grief