Greydon Square - Buddy lyrics

Yea, Grand Unified Theory
What up, Traumah? Yo (Yo) greydon Square
Yea, spell that right, that's:
G-R-E-Y never mind ayo, yo

I could easily say I'm the
Best damn rapper you've heard but, I'm not
I'm just another rapper that's
Waiting to get shot
But, if someone gets it before
Me I'm taking his spot
This is by default via payola he bought
Meet the DJ he paid to play
His music until he talks
And stop the onslaught when
Christopher Reeve walks
I ain't worried about these cats
They ain't no threat to me
Cause most of these rappers suck
Like X-Men I I I
You wanna ride, homie? Then let's go


I bang for the dang left
Side of the west coast i seen it comin'
Your plan's doomed to fail like
A government that's underfunded
Stealin' money from the economy
'til the market plummets
You want some tips? Don't be afraid
Just ask me my music's funkier than
Deodorant less athletes
A battle self-defeating that gets
Me no victory like a fat woman ordering diet
Coke at Micky D's
After ordering two quarter pounders
With triple cheese
Just stick to your dope-dealing
Raps about flipping ki's i'm Greydon Square
And you're damned right I'll take it there
If the beef calls for it I'll sock
You and leave you laying there

You gonna bang on it throw them thangs on it
Pull out the 44 slug and hold a flame on it
Maybe it's something that you Oscar Mayers
See in my face that make you
Believe you can steal my place
Well watch me change the game on it
Where it ain't the same on it
Make it to where if they knew
By now then they ain't knowing
Or is that I'm out doing my thing
Breaking the mold
Embracing the new, but shaking the old
I'ma just do me

I want a half a mic in The Source
A small in double-XL
Release my album on a Friday
And have trouble with sales
'Til my label drops me and
Pulls my records from shelves
Go broke, turn to crime
And have a record in jail
They wanted me to get crunk with
Club songs that summer jam
But it won't happen like me
Havin' sex with another man
I just can't look at a man's ass and say "mm
I want that"
I'd rather have intercourse with
The dirtiest swamp rat
We can get it poppin' with
All of my friends watchin'
Whiskers and all, me in my drawers
Even if she is small
You want this track? Cop it you
Want some beef? Stop it
I got more gadgets on my
Cannons than doctor Robotnik

You gonna bang on it throw them thangs on it
Pull out the 44 slug and hold a flame on it
Maybe it's something that you Oscar Mayers
See in my face that make you
Believe you can steal my place
Well watch me change the game on it
Where it ain't the same on it
Make it to where if they knew
By now then they ain't knowing
Or is that I'm out doing my thing
Breaking the mold
Embracing the new, and shaking the old
Just let me just do me

Your whole style and gimmick's
Outdated like chopsticks
While my verses hit you hard
Like Bruce Lee crotch kicks
And dog fights, damn the plane
I aim for the cockpit
And make sure I'm the only black
Dude in a mosh pit
Cause when I mosh, I don't throw bows
I throw bowls the kind where you eat
Your oatmeal and cereal
You wanna battle? I'ma spit
'til you ain't breathin'
How you MCin'? Playing more games than ESPN
And don't that think you
Have a physical answer
Cause, I'll leave your eyes blacker than
The skin of rotten bananas
I'll cock the hammer and squeeze
And leave Americans afraid of
Me like 1973 Vietnamese
I'm all over the beef
Right when it pops softly
You couldn't pry me apart like
Black people and hot sauce
So if you feelin' me
Hit back and just restart this if you not
You can blow me like
An old Nintendo cartridge

We 'bout to bang on it
Throw them thangs on it
Pull out the 44 slug and hold a flame on it
Maybe it's something that you Oscar Mayers
See in my face that make you
Believe you can steal my place
Well watch me change the game on it
Where it ain't the same on it
Make it to where if they knew
By now then they ain't knowing
Or is that I'm out doing my thing
Breaking the mold
Embracing the new, and shaking the old
Just let me just do me