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true grit - mike oxlong lyrics

[intro: mike oxlong]
uh, yeah
feel me up, wait hold on
not like that though
anyways, ok, ok, ok

[verse 1: mike oxlong]
shooting for her heart, finger on the trigger
mike quotes say he’s ill, while i was sicker
real superfreak, like rick james with the hair all glitter
drown my f*cking thoughts, same object, with the liquor
f*ck “suck my d*ck” lines, get the f*ck out my crotch
drown in that p*ssy, ladies call pamela from baywatch
rap game playing dodgeball cause its the bs i dodge
take care of my sons, fun fact, i got several
you think nothing was the same, think again, i’m strapped with metal
lead amеrica down a rollercoaster, mike in gеneral
pending on mike, b*tch, give me my receipt out the register
someone through a f*cking rock at him, now he break the character
hop out my d*ck again, with all that carrot lure
money don’t grow on trees so i steal other people’s gas
stop believing them critics, they never touch grass
sh*t, call me batman, cause i ain’t afraid of these bats
mafia, hit em in the head with a bat, to them f*cking rats
school of hard knocks, are you smart enough to pass?
school of hard knocks, pick yo class
f*ck them fake friends, knocking on the door made of bulletproof glass
mike out this verse, do something to surpass (motherf*cka!)
[chorus: k!lla bee & mike oxlong]
i don’t think the bullets hurt, just not a little bit
can’t join my clique, not a good f*cking fit
don’t stand up to me, b*tch, sit
track my fathers steps, like a true grit
why don’t you do it, do it, do it
mike, why don’t you do it, do it, do it
come on, alter ego ready to shoot him

[verse 2: mike oxlong]
back at home, mama kept an eye on the bathroom like some feds
raised in the sun but like walter, still gave me scrambled eggs
double v, lethal needle pointed to the red
mike lost his mind, still got a f*cking head
liars are back to broke once i can’t afford the promise
ok, you look to fat in that dress, i’m just being honest
mondays in the sun, never felt better in the hottest
ghost writers don’t get terminated to see the ghost lights
come back as a human, casper, i did it twice
speaking of cold, the bars are having a snow fight
occupation not a interviewer so stop asking questions
2,000 people died in 9/11, 2,000 times i go back to 7/11
mike is not a qualified teacher but i can come and teach you a lesson
making faces up, drawing f*cking different facial expressions
times ticking, mike the ticking time bomb
a lethal weapon i bought, his names tom
good morning everyone, even people back in vietnam
mike came back and let easter eggs like the bunny
used to write on paper, now i write on the money
i’m like a mob boss, you have to force yourself that sh*t was funny
[chorus: k!lla bee & mike oxlong]
i don’t think the bullets hurt, just not a little bit
can’t join my clique, not a good f*cking fit
don’t stand up to me, b*tch, sit
track my fathers steps, like a true grit
why don’t you do it, do it, do it
mike, why don’t you do it, do it, do it
come on, alter ego ready to shoot him

[verse 3: mike oxlong]
confused and delusional than a atheist on humanity
giving up on rap, waste my sanity
mike grew up around f*bombs, living with profanity
infinity checks on mikes name, never running out of energy
every fake friend’s favorite michael jackson song, remember me?
mike spots them but then removes them out his memory
smoking trees without the ax, no lumberjack
wow, mike an assh0l*, nah not a reference to a b*tt crack
top gun, fire, fire on top of the paramount mountain made of crack
ain’t no jumping on this roof, mike bounce back
b*tter to the beat, call him a flapjack
buckle, buckle, mike will keep you at the edge of your seat
get back, i’m ludacris with this giant ass feet
radaring spotting that you had a heartbeat
mike is not relaxed, this ego rubbing me the wrong way
i’m still in my prime like lebron james
respect is my nickname, don’t f*cking say another name
cd effect, i’d doubt she or he wasn’t too fire
i did a good job, until mike does retire
rap game sold separately for $9.99, maybe higher
while i was sick, it’s the bars that i cough
going apesh*t but the take my style and rip it off
she did something f*cked up, time to turnoff
f*ck fathers day, remember which motherf*cka swept mike off
[outro: mike oxlong]
true grit, motherf*cka!

- mike oxlong lyrics

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