McGruder's Satire Lyrics

Set up the cards so they can't bully us

Honor the percentage

Your loss if you don't fool with us

The prize territory is the enterprise

Truly a gift from God

Independent business no Oscar

Stay Trudy your vision

And be a student stay studious

Dollar be the leverage

So save bread like Julius

Dreams ain't made of kissing stars

Hate to shoot at you

Dedication when the crowd leaves

Who gon' shoot with you

When it works out like Kobe in the gym

They're on your gluteus

Pause pause pause

When the show stops they're through with you

It's fake love down the better road

Guess that's why we tread it though

I don't mind no groupie love

But love me when the bread is low

Love me when the love is gone

And love me when the ghetto shows

Love me when I try to teach ownership to ghetto folk

Ay slow down and keep it slick

Better blow down on your reefer stick

Plead the fifth and say it's the coke rounds

For the reason you seem to get

Out of your head

Out of your mind

Out of control

Got to be just the right amount of ignorant

To get through the door

Get through the door

Get through the door

Ok I love money drugs and yes women

Specifically the ones with less linen

The mystery behind why I can't get ahead

I love jewelry stores I'm big spending

I love doing hood rat things with homies

I love spinning the block

I hate police

I love telling young brothers to not be me

But I love putting all of this bull crap on TV

All these mother lovers in the rap game

Wanna talk about who running stuff

Most of y'all just voice actors

Animated to sum it up

Talking like y'all tough

Like I won't call y'all bluff

Talking 'bout y'all GOATS

Man y'all brothers not even no kids

Most of y'all won't take care of your kids

Take more care of your material things

Than you take care of your kids

And most of the reason why is 'cause

Y'all ain't get y'all booties whooped as kids

I ain't dissing the rap game

Just disciplining my kids

I kid you not the only reason that you're hot

Is 'cause they know the kids need a role model

And that you're not

Knot ties around your neck if you talk about shh

Censored like a BET classic

Remote the voice like a fascist

Keep that gangbanger fashion

Keep that pole inside your drawers

And keep them down like a baptism

Ay slow down and keep it slick

Better blow down on your reefer stick

Plead the fifth and say it's the coke rounds

For the reason you seem to get

Out of your head

Out of your mind

Out of control

Got to be just the right amount of ignorant

To get through the door

Get through the door

Get through the door

Ok I love money drugs and yes women

Specifically the ones with less linen

The mystery behind why I can't get ahead

I love jewelry stores I'm big spending

I love doing hood rat things with homies

I love spinning the block

I hate police

I love telling young brothers to not be me

But I love putting all of this bull crap on TV

DJ Scratch

Chop chop chop Judo Flip

I won awards for glorifying

Bullets and booz

Pimpin' and prostitution

All through all the songs

As long as we're misinformed

We're adorned

Yeah yeah

I was forewarned to keep it silent

When I tried to tell my brothers save to buy your own

As long as we remain the pawn

We'll perform

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah