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(Retro G)
They call me retro but i raise the bar for the tracks,
my charms intact back on the bars and stating facts,
bish bosh take a slice of my style, versatile,
maneuvers so wild leaving bitches erectile,
tenth pint ready to brawl shits gettin hectic,
GFM brawn make you look anorexic,
expect to jitter when your fuckin with this gorilla,
like a nervous G conversation killer,
like Ri im a sidestepper,
i can take whatever, whenever,
they call me professor clever,
or professor oak thats not a joke you'll see team rocket tower,
il squirtle while i take a pikachu in the shower,
(Whiskey B)
you heard Just Jawsh is raising the bar,
but after my ten pints it seems like the bars too far,
and im hitting you like a level hundred charizard,
grease glistening gamer covered in booze and tar,
striking you with a flare blitz a fair bit, compare it,
medium rare steak or welsh rarebit,
its okay take your time to decide where i went from gaming bars to tasty food rhymes,
coz GFM dont rhyme about coins and ferraris,
just lyrical content based on pints and nan peshwaris,
so fear us endear us if we're drunk you'll
steer us clear into brawls and birds for feeling us,
(Nexus B)
the thriller in manilla gonna need a pain killer
coz this gorilla is a filler who
is still a mother fucker who is chiller
than ice cream vanilla without a flinch, you quiver
attilla cutting through the beat makes you shiver
pour another drink dont worry bout your liver
and give a glass to me and we'll talk about the weather and
whether or not i think its clever or whatever
to endeavour a sever from a cleaver but never
to argue forever whether if its lever or lever but tell me
whoever wavered and gave 2 shits about either and ill show you the door and you can leave with no teeth(uh)
(Retro G)
you try to hide il take your hide and decide whether to tan it for my jacket then il take my knife, your
demise will come swift my flows like your blood,
call me dexter slicing up beats drinkin bud,
nothin like a wabadoo, drunk brawls, kung foo,
solid mix, retro producer strike punch through,
all the drugs two, whiskey B gonna be tampin,
Just Jawsh got the old producer wings flapping,
scrappin will be happenin if your fucking with us go hither,
like nexus B said your gonna quiver,
my arrows in you would make an Arnold Schwarzenegger, deflate and go back to a basement chronic masturbator
(Whiskey B)
Gorilla Fight Mansion and you know we're looking handsome,
dancing and prancin and watch us standing with a stance and,
cutting through the beat like a lean mean machine, enhancing, the green bean is steamed quite the clean salad,
not your average ballad,
getting drunk with boys my drinks been tampered with,
my legs are going there gonna topple,
im fearing the feeling that im riding the wobble,
Im feeling rather queezy, the beat is sleezy,
dont whip out the boom, and try and tease me,
a couple of cans is gonna please me easy peasy,
i need some fried chicken and i know it needs me,
back on the attack im still not right in fact i got some tactics but i need a tic tac,
put the mint saws on my fries i changed my mind you should decide to watch us live,
the kinda guy i am implies il never die il just ride with the flow
until dropped off at the tide
sleepin with the fishes pissed up and full of pride,
am i taking shit or is it lies
(Nexus B)
Im rushing off the russian that my tits got off on
roll up another cig take a puff fuck thats a rough
one need some gum to chew on or chicken drum sticks
prepared for conflicts i got some
jack dans for ming in the gorilla fight mansion
my apache gunship is looking for action
retro G follow me prepare for extraction
waiting for nervous Ri to perform a distraction
little adivce if your feeling sceptic, know
its hectic, take a dose of GFM and inject it
its septic, fight the fever your infected
with the rhythmic i wrecked it
- Genre
- Hip Hop/Funk