Song Title: Tell ‘Em
Artist Name: Grouce

Yeah, Grouce, another Grouce production, yo,
Yeah, welcome, it’s good to have you here, yo,
Anyone, anyone talkin’ shit, fuck’ em, let’s get down to this one…

(Verse 1)
Let me tell you what to say,
If a motherfucker wants to come around your way
Givin’ you some grief about this song
Sayin’ you shouldn't play it but you keep on shoutin’ “Wrong!”
“You don't know what you are sayin’!”
Tell ‘em best to keep their trap shut,
Other whack-fuck raps suck,
They get hit with a mack truck,
My back’s stuck between a rock and a hard place,
They're all up on my tail like a cop in a car chase,
These motherfuckers don't know shit,
Stick a pogo stick up every rapper in a promo pic,
There’s the haters right now eating a homo dick,
Take a photo quick, and that so no prick
Tries some shit, I'm keepin’ my eyes a bit
Wide open and peeled, for real, I die hopin’
That no one says my name in vain,
Let a cunt do his thing, you do yours, it's as plain as Jane…

(Chorus)
Anyone who says you should not be
Listening to one of my songs,
Tell ‘em they can go get fucked, don't
Listen to a word that these gronks
Have been sayin’, yeah they don't like me,
I don't give a fuck what they say,
If they knew me they would know by now
On any given day…

(Bridge)
Anyone who acts up, gets put down,
The next cunt, that looks down
On me gets a big middle finger up in their face,
I don't care, I'ma tell them now,
Anyone who acts up, gets put down,
The next cunt, that looks down
On me gets a big middle finger up in their face,
Tell them cunts not to fuck around…

(Verse 2)
I say some crazy shit but you love it,
You keep this tape stashed away under the cupboard,
Who cares what they have to say, don't be a puppet,
These uptight cunts can all go shove it, tell ‘em “Fuck it
I'm gonna drink, smoke and swear
And if you don't fuckin’ like it well then au contraire,
I’ll get up and I’ll beat you with a broken chair,
Other rappers, yeah, they don't compare,
What the fuck has been eating you,
Put some meat in you,
You must be hungry, man, it sucks to be meetin’ you,
I'm only treatin’ you, the way you need to be treated,
I'm sorry I don't mean to be weeded, but I am,
I'm sorry but I'm not sorry”,
Now tell ‘em what I said from the fifth bar to this bar
If they catch you hearin’ what’s bombing
Your ears right now, tell those cunts to pipe down…

(Chorus)

(Bridge)

(Verse 3)
Tell the haters to eat a dick
And remind ‘em that my balls need a lick,
I see the stick stuck up their butts,
They're gonna think I'm fuckin’ nuts, but fuck them,
I keep it raw like some beef before it's been cooked,
Before you need a fork that fits in good,
And that is why you're never gonna hear this on the airwaves,
Don't get your knickers in a knot like some hair braids
‘Cause if they played this song they’d be inundated
With complaints and start to feel intimidated
So if you ever wanna hear this, press play
Feel free to keep this playin’ until next May,
There's nothin’ wrong with likin’ this song,
Just like when lightin’ a bong,
People are gonna gripe and it's wrong,
Don't listen to ‘em, yeah I'm doin’ this to ruin
Every doubt they ever had about me,
Mainly I am doin’ this for you and…

(Chorus)

(Bridge)