Grinchin’

It was quarter past dawn All the who′s were still in bed All the who's still a snooze When he packed up his sled Ooooh Yeah, yeah, yeah Hang the Holly Merry merry Did ya know This is how i get my jollies No folly on the flow Bouta cop a feel on the track Like the Grinch on molly Roll a nat 20 It′s a gift I lift nicky quick With my shot on volley I prolly make the who's whos turn green Holding spleen probly Looking sick with envy Cuz never did track with Ali Wishing they could end me Expertly C'est la vie I could just grow expertise Within my trees Are plenty rings What fill my field Be coniferous and carnivorous Mind riddled with a Pack of wolves On the feed I live in Tis the season of giving But my bars too ridden With a pot of greed Gold in lain on wreath Tinsel strewn leaves I decor my lines with similes And metaphors of course In morse code: dot dash dash Stampede like i′m Vash Overheading pass While the fam is in mass I amass what i blast No shell in my die-cast I′m Solid over flats and sharps Cue the harps and chords And the harpsichords While you hearken Core styles afforded to me From my character sheet Play to my feats Like my level elite, Sheesh Call me a thief of the night Before Christmas Only difference this is Nothing personal just business You can call me a mean one All I know is I gotta keep on hitting With a written or two Dr. Seuss coining words For the way I move aloof Nothing personal just business You can call me a mean one All I know is I gotta keep on hitting With a written or two Dr. Seuss coining words For the way I move aloof It was quarter past dawn, right Nothing personal just business Still in bed And like all the who's Were, like, still a snooze But old head still packed up his sled, so