R.I.P. Grams..
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Updated Apr 16, 2009
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Now I see that motherfuckin' writin' on the wall
When you see, J-3-T,
Thirty deep, he's down to brawl
Fuck all haters I see,
'Cause I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck,
You little punk,
You little fucking disease,
I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arms,
Boulevard, brass knuckles in the back of the car,
'Cause we drunk drive Cadillacs - we never go far,
But when you see us, motherfuckers,
Better know who we are.
I got one thing to say to punk asses who hate,
Motherfuckers don't know what,
You better watch what you say.
From these industry fucks,
To these faggot ass punks,
You don't know what it takes,
To get this motherfucking drunk.
Now I see that motherfuckin' writin' on the wall
When you see, J-3-T,
Thirty deep, he's down to brawl
Fuck all haters I see,
'Cause I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck,
You little punk,
You little fucking disease,
I got H.U. tatte...
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