F - Four Furry Friends - Oscar the Grouch

Oh Evan Williams You dirty-faced, scruffy-kneed boy When I was poor and lonely I'd put you in a jelly jar Put you in the pocket of my old trench coat And sneak you into the bar Now I got plenty of money But that doesn't mean I don't love you When the endtimes fall and the zombies crawl I'm gonna drink you out of my shoe I like to lose my mind Get blurry sloppy boozy and blind Like to put my hand on a pretty girl's knee And I got four dear friends to help me Oh Jameson You dignified, righteous young man I don't care much for god No matter what set of rules you got A-protestant this and-a catholic that To me it's just diddly-squat But I love a good rebellion And I love to hear a fiddle slide So when the rebels croon 'bout that rising moon I'm standing right here on Jamie's side I like to lose my mind Get blurry sloppy boozy and blind Like to put my hand on a pretty girl's knee And I got four dear friends to help me Oh, Maker's Mark You sweet little temptress you I remember you and my daddy Sittin' in the easy chair He'd rip open your wax, pour a finger or two Then he'd sit in the dark and just stare But I know that he was thinkin' 'bout something Maybe something sad from long ago But when he'd tuck me in, with that sad little grin I'd think maybe I don't wanna know I like to lose my mind Get blurry sloppy boozy and blind Like to put my hand on a pretty girl's knee Pretty boy's knee And I got four dear friends to help me Oh, Lagavulin You lovely lady of the lochs There's a forest burning somewhere And the moon is red as blood But then I look in your eye and the fairies come And I'm squishing my toes in the mud I'm dancing on the stones of the oracle I'm kissing in the waterfall I'm under your spell, in a wishing well I'm a-lost and I don't care at all I like to lose my mind Get blurry sloppy boozy and blind Like to put my hand on a pretty girl's knee Pretty boy's knee And I got four dear friends to help me Four dear friends to help me Four dear friends to help me

(Feat. Ricky D, Poppy, Trae, U-Neek, Scooby, Paul Wall, Y) [Talking] Yeah, you bitch ass niggaz can't breathe huh We taking all, after marks mayn It's the Mista-Mista, in your motherfucking face Repping this dub, S-L-A-B And the motherfucking A.B.N Putting it in your back, you back stabbing bitches Yeah, so try and breathe motherfuckers [Hook x2] You niggaz won't breathe, if my niggaz don't eat We can take it to the streets, if you niggaz want beef My niggaz don't sleep, my niggaz gon ride And y'all niggaz gon die, if you really wanna try [Poppy] For seven years I've been running this race, running in place Through suffering hate, struggling waiting for something to shake And it's nothing to the Bay, as far as talent's concerned Haven't you heard, we known to this mental law challengers You been testing my patience, now I'ma challenge yours Look at my bloodline, bitch I'm known to damage curves Check out my pedigree, this is what I was bread to be Fuck being celebrities, just give me the feddy please I'm bout that getty-green, and getting it by any means Scoob, 'Nique and Pop mayn that Grit Boy Trinity It's no hope for you bitch niggaz, surrender please Trae, hit 'em with that semi-automatic symphony [Trae] It's mandatory, these niggaz on the verge of a temper-tantrum Cause I ran inside this bitch, and skeeted out with another anthem Raw ain't it, I let these niggaz breathe for a minute But now Slow Loud And Bangin' back, and we gon fight to the finish Fuck a script see I'ma blitz, and stick you hoes where you standing at Don't know the Terror Squad, but I'm gon have you hoes leaning back Now breathe, you bitches got me sick to the stomach And all this speaking with your hands, gon get you six to the stomach Gutter related with the Grit, so now the fan finna get ya Ain't it no way we gon let up hope, everyone of 'em hit ya Now walk with that, busted up ass old industry nigga And I'm a asshole, ain't no way to finish me nigga [Hook x2] [Unique] It's all trill for real, I'm so hood Same spot same corner, it's all good I got haters, so you might as well take a number It's fakers everywhere, and I can't let 'em take me under That's why, it's only wonder How to bring the heat like the summer, keep reaching from us to us Yeah, I'm smoother than a 75 Lincoln with the suicide do's, bitch you ain't know We spit vivid flows, spit it how we live it bro And I don't really think, you get the picture though I let my figgas grow, Russell Simmons mindframe But you'll get rushed with the semi's, fuck with mine mayn [Scooby] The block in me, built for a sky to read Had a lot of fake partnas, but not Unique Plus Poppy got my back, Trae asking where they at Then he call up S.L.A.B., them go get the gats If you fuck with me, you can get touched quickly If you ain't know by now, nigga we run the city It's mo', than the music fool You can end up, on the motherfucking news at noon dude You think you Bishop on the juice, mayn you not him Niggaz gon catch you, and really put your butt at brim And the clouds all that loud talk, you can get fouled out of the game Knock your ass down, like a sample of caine mayn [Hook x2] [Paul Wall] Everytime I turn around, I hear somebody hating But I'm patiently making moves, bringing home the bacon I came up in the game, slowly but surely Built my reputation up, to make the whole world know me People turned they back on me, but I can't fall off A couple friends came and went, but I just counted a loss I got the heart of a lion, and the mind of Einstein Steady climbing the ladder, in the mix on the grind I'm in the game, making chess moves I refuse to fail I might not win, but I sho won't lose I gotta get it, while it's here for the taking But it's too many people in my path faking, but I ain't tripping [Talking] Breathe motherfucker, what you niggaz get For running round this bitch, getting big headed Like we wasn't gon cause hell, on these streets nigga We been out here, it go down like that Slow Loud And Bangin', feel what I'm saying Always affiliated with the streets, 3-2 what's up baby S.U.C., Slow Loud And Bangin' Assholes by motherfucking nature, that's what it is yeah

I can't think of anything that's dumber To a grouch, Christmas is a bummer! Beaming faces everywhere, happiness is in the air I'm telling you, it isn't fair! I hate Christmas! People loaded with good will, giving presents, what a thrill That slushy nonsense makes me ill I hate Christmas! I'd rather have a holiday like normal grouches do Instead of getting presents, they take presents back from you Heh heh Here comes Santa, girls and boys So, who needs that big red noise! I'll tell him where to put his toys I hate Christmas! And if you want the truth, I ain't so crazy about Thanksgiving or Labor Day either! Christmas carols to be sung, decorations to be hung Oh, yeah? Well, I stick out my tongue! I hate Christmas! Christmas bells play loud and strong Hurts my ears, all that ding dong Besides it goes on much too long I hate Christmas! I'd rather have a holiday with a lot less joy and flash With a lot less cheerful smiling, and a lot more dirty trash, yeah! Christmas Day is almost here When it's over, then I cheer I'm glad it's only once a year I hate Christmas!

If you wanna get something done You've got to do it yourself Get yourself up! get yourself up! (Zumbi) Uh oh uh oh Ya brain better let go Stressing when ya blessed I'm in ya chest so cease and seckle With the drama Got something for the daddys And mamas inna caddy rollin' Smoking some obama- So easy, i'm into slap mode I'm on another level something Like a black hole Get involved the rhythm Is a prob Everytime we start rocking Everybody form a mob- (Grouch) You slice up the city then we show up Stitching' the cut, i'm doctor enough Do a little ditty and they're mesmerized Quotin' my lyrics, "what he said was wise" "Yeah" if i do say so myself Ain't given 'em the minimum, i'm maximizing wealth Rain on your brain like i'm subsidizing health Care if you felt fairly dealt with Smell this cookin, it's unprocessed Keep lookin' and learnin' it's called progress She's burnin', we keep turnin' The page, the cheek, the tide, a new conquest Check me out, i'm on your station Comin' live with a new vibration Get bouncin', then start skankin' Feel it your middle, it's the healing of the nation' Get 'em up! get 'em up! now get 'em up! It's the healing of the nation' Get 'em up! get 'em up! Feel it your middle, it's the healing of the nation' Get yourself up! get yourself up! get yourself up! get yourself up! (Zumbi) Hey- Man they just ain't ready I'm heavier than metal Gas just like getty Deep off in the jungle Pass the machete We cut another trail When we bail thru ya city Burning babylon And chanting hari ram Got a secret incantation Make a lion be calm Feel the tiger balm And chant another psalm Planet earth this is birth Now we sounding the alarm (Grouch) You really wanna heal? breathe in breathe out You really wanna feel? what's in, let out You really won't regret what you left i bet Take a step, do a rep, get the hell off the net Take the noose off your neck Get loose, drink juice, read a book and then rest Hear the hook and digest It's worth all the work that it took and the stress Take a look in the mirror say "hero i'm fresh!" Check me out, i'm on your station Comin' live with a new vibration Get bouncin', then start skankin' Feel it your middle, it's the healing of the nation' Get 'em up! get 'em up! now get 'em up! It's the healing of the nation' Get 'em up! get 'em up! Feel it your middle, it's the healing of the nation' Get yourself up! get yourself up! get yourself up! get yourself up!