Yall better ketchup.( Ahh.) You fucking slow tomatoes.
on a path of destruction like a fucking tornado.
Im back for whats mine. That aint up for discussion.
Not a silly head ache. <Na>im a fucking concussion.
I talk my shit, man, i run my fucking mouth.
I say how i feel, stand my fucking ground.
Ill never back down.. Na. Aint no bitch in my blood..
I still fuck with madhouze cuz crazy as fuck
Hot.. Dog.. Im fired up. With Hot sauce.
Timo Delinquent. Im a lost cause.
Even with out my squad.
Im king of the midgets like im fucking farquad.
Yall the Pogs Dog. Im the fucking Slammer.
Yall be going gosh darn. Ill be going got damner.
Man... I better mind my fucking manners.
At this rate. Ill probably never meet your family.
I dont talk for effect. <Na> i make my presents known.
Im a naughty mother fucker so i guess im getting coal.
I guess im getting old. I cant run with these fakes.
Call my friends Kevin Durants i cant run wit you snakes.
For goodness sakes. Bout time i went and lost it. I was nice Being humble. Shucks. Crap and Dog gone it. Jokes on me..n thats my problem.
Im tryna be the hero. When i really want gotham.
Gottem! Fuck it. Hit em with a right hook.
I keep a couple bars. Sorry. I dont only write hooks.
Im a veteran in this game.
Im kinda different. Ditto. Yall bitches are the same.
Yall snitches kinda lame. Its fucking lit.
Im done playing games these little fucking kids.
Whats a student to a Dean. A pussy to a tiger.
A king to the Joker?? Yall the gas and im the lighter.

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Deuce Grams is an independent recording artist from Cleveland, Ohio. He began songwriting at the age of 9 and joined a church choir years after. This artist is every sense of the word as he uses melodies and relatable stories to make unique music and visuals. 

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The Rubber City Reject. Unfortunately.. 
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