Your girl loves me cause we connect like the dots,
yeah, my name’s Gregree and such great game I got
my ducks in a row, she’s sucking my cock,
what’s more, I’ll think I’ll get her on all fours
and get her hot like Papa Bear’s porridge, I wiggle my dick on her g-spot
You got it backwards like the cap of a kid in a fraternity,
when will you learn none can burn like me?
In fact, Hell is my friend, it calls me up to ask if I’d be so kind
to lend it heat when it gets chilly but still, it aint ever freezing over
so I guess for eternity, I’m-a roast marshmallows down below,
sounds harsh, I know but there’s a price pay to flow as nice as me
I’m like 3-2-1 contact, yeah I’m outta this world, outta my mind
and that’s fine, I signed on the dotted line of the contract, shiiiit I aint got time
to read the fine print, I just skimmed it, some shit about diamonds and gold in exchange for my soul
I’ve changed lanes, now I got no limit on my speedometer,
now I’m the illest MC from any galaxy, spitting liquid mercury from Andromeda
Investment on immortality
Now I’m the best that will ever be
Mirror Mirror on the wall
I summon Spirits one and all
See how they all toast to their King
Gregree!
and the glasses clink
King Gregree, yeah I’ve planted the seeds
I’m growing my very own garden of weeden,
jumping in the pumpkin patch, right past the radishes
till I find that cabbage, puff that marijuana,
feels like I took a sip of tequila from Tijuana
Take 5 of these and call me in the Morning
hit Star 116 and ask for Dr. Brubeck
cause I rhyme so sick, call my flow the flu, call my flow the strep
yeah, I’m the truest and I do it so get to showing me respect,
what do you expect? I’m shining like the light of a movie projector
You stupid dweeb, I can see your pocket protector
Your bad bitch loves me and everything thing I’m about
cause I’m a rascal and dat ass is making my alfalfa sprout
so when I get on her clit, I get her wetter than Mexico’s Gulf
She loves the way I play her pussy like a piano, call it Rowlf
Can’t you see I’m the best? cooking up dope rhymes like the Swedish Chef
So I dribble my balls down your girly’s court
She’s a squeaker like Beaker every time I freak her when we pork pork pork
yeah, Hot like the fries of Andy Capp, flow fresh like after eights,
Hot like a lighter, flick it, flick it
When you’re on the mic, all you hear is “cricket, cricket”
I got game like cricket, that’s why I’m the sickest when I get on the mic and I handle my biz
Celebration time bitches, go on shorty we gonna party like it’s Christmas
Investment on immortality
Now I’m the best that will ever be
Mirror Mirror on the wall
I summon Spirits one and all
See how they all toast to their King
Gregree!
and the glasses clink
It cracks me up when you try to diss me and call my hand when you should fold
cause your rhymes are bland and I can’t understand a word like Disney’s Donald
So I’m gonna fuck your Daisy Duck cause she’s lookin mighty cute in her Daisy Dukes
so your outta luck with your daffodil rhymes cause mine are daffy that means crazy
Believe me when I say it aint no fluke, it’s written in the constellations
that in all creation, I would be that one rap singular sensation,
from the chaos came the flow of the highest order
I’m the King of Kings, now bring me your daughters
I let them kiss the scepter hundreds of times
They fight to be at the front of the line,
every rhyme I spit shines with quality, quantity, let’s take a quantum leap
and figure out these mechanics, step through the looking glass, take my hand and don’t panic
cause I was Pan in another life so all these Demons show respect
at the DMT drive-thru where reality intersects,
sufferin succotash, Shemhamphorasch
They Hail the words I Say, tantalize,
that’s not all, flow like a sound tsunami, cry to your mommy
but she don’t care bout that bullshit, she’s busy whistling dixie on my dick
Investment on immortality
Now I’m the best that will ever be
Mirror Mirror on the wall
I summon Spirits one and all
See how they all toast to their King Gregree
and the glasses clink
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