Grrrremlinz - Promo' Papa Moodswinger Flippin' it hard & spittin' the bomb Sniffin' the rocks & sippin' the shots Y'all sit on the cocks & lickin' the spots Rippin' your momz, my fingers apart.. Thinkin' of God, simple & wrong You're crippled & odd, a figure of chalk Im pullin' your leg.. And rippin' it off Clippin' your arms & shippin' your parts Collectin' applause & reppin' the couse Strapped with a glock, nappin' yo momz Crap in her draws, grabbin' the whore Left with a thong & stretched on the lawn Step & you fall, you met with the raw Wreckin' your bars & left with a pause The second you start you recon these Godz A lesson to y'all, don't mess with the mob.. Daddy Queff I'm actin' all viciouz and smackin ya'll bitchess I'm Hannibal Lector, I just served yo ass, like cannibalism, Your wife be fuckin' with me, you know i'm rocking the streets Ya'll crumble beneath qib, I'm an Ace wit ice under the sleeves And i'm ghettofaaaabulous, instead of marrying the bitch I show up just to graaaab heeeer tiiits And i snort coke, gettin' stone cold like austin, Aaw shit, i'm rocking - tappin that ass like it was morse code! Come to the Gremlinz domain, enter the gate, Then you'll be made to rest in your grave til' we send you away On a plane to South Africa, adressed the swedish embassy Then when the plane reach its highest point, it drops you in the sea! I look at your bitch like: first Tits, Thighs then her Clit n Eyes. You only claimin to "Less is more", because of your dicksize! Moodswinger and Bobby Q, we the gremlin squad, Smashin the demigodz like tennis stars and then we off.. Grrrremlinz