Grotesque - Esham

I do the most yes, I’m gross

I’m grotesque, I gross

Bring the piggy to the slaughter for the roast

Toast to another officer’s ghost

Three little pigs in the blanket

Blow they house down, brains on crank it

Big bad wolf sniffin' that white

Howlin' at the moon when the clock struck midnight

Seven little dwarfs posted up in the dope spot

Snow White started to bubble in the crock pot

All of a sudden at the door was a knock knock

It was Rob Bass talkin' 'bout I wanna rock

But this ain’t 1986, they tryin' to play these tricks

I got the 9 on my lap like I babysit

Guns I spark those right at the

Who’s kickin' in my door?

The big fool

69 seconds 'fore they start tellin'

So I grabbed all the money, left the dope I was sellin'

Ran down the alley, hopped in the Malley

Stepped on the gas, didn’t dilly dally

Cops on my dick 'cause I got away

So I raced up the block to my homegirl’s hideaway

She let me smash, she helped me count the stash

It was six in the morning, she didn’t even fucking axe

Back on the block the very next day

Sittin' in the spot, rockin' up yay

Detroit Lions and Tigers play

Got the raider truck with the ragtop sway

With the Gucci interior

Crusin' like I’m on Lake Superior

Young boy incorporated

Graduated from the streets, most suckers hate it

You eat it, I chef it and played it

They bit it, we did it, we made it

What would you do?

Style so boogaloo

Straight off that 'fro, what we should do

What would Detroit, the whole East Side hood do?

We know who is who.

It’s all good, too

Gator shoes and Cartier frames

Can’t ride on nobody else man coat tail, make your own name

I got dick for dames, never party with lames

Come at me the wrong way, say goodbye to your brains