You Know What Really Grinds My Gears

[VERSE 1: Mr. Grey]
The Force has awoken once again
All I see is little Sith bitches
Where the fuck is old Ben
You owe me one
You sure as hell ain't Obi-Wan
It's a Kobe pun
Dead end job
Money, gold be gone
Lookin' at some of my peers
Rather, rap volunteers
It looks like rhyme saying's fucked
I'm just sayin'
Am I the only Super Saiyan
In the playin' field
G and C got work to do
Follow him
Before I follow you
You know what really grinds my gears
Sittin' in the middle of gridlocked traffic
Gums flappin'
Dispropro' bitches
Loose lips and bad habits
Shit, bitch I'm way too wise for that
Way too slick to be caught off guard
No you don't know me now
But you owe me that

[HOOK]
Gears grindin' in my mind
And they're smokin' out the love
Gears grindin' in my mind
And they're smokin' out the love, love, love
Gears grindin' in my mind
And they're smokin' out the love
Gears grindin' in my mind
And they're smokin' out the love, love, love
You know what really grinds my gears, gears
You're delusion, a losin' the truth in your ear like
You know what really grinds my gears, gears
All these fake fucks hatin' us out of fear, right
You know what really grinds my gears, gears
These long lost twats on the jock when we near, but
You know what really grinds my gears, gears
You motherfucker, best steer clear

[VERSE 2: ClockworC]
Me beast of oblivion
Hell-bent simian
No pity for your city
Got my nitty-gritty minion
Sharp with syntax
We the apex pack
Y'all hash the next jam
Till we up and lash back
Crack, crack, never backtrack
Can I get a 'Lac
Cross paths with a black cat
And I'ma look bad
Never get my money back
I'm a running back
With a gunny sack
Full of bad acts
Never gonna get rap game Forrest Gump
Flick a cigarette in your tank at the pump
Haha, thinkin' you the caca
But you not, dawg
I'ma raw-dog with ya mama
While you watch with your pompoms
Eatin' cha-cha
Goin' gaga
Take a sawed-off
Say, "ahh" and swallow
Pull the trigger motherfucker
Dome with the drama
Some call me Fasha
Second to nada
Back in the battle and begin the slaughter
Get in the saddle and head for the sun
Because all I could want is awaiting the Clock
And the meeting to end
But I'm back on the saga

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Gears grindin' in my mind
And they're smokin' out the love
Gears grindin' in my mind
And they're smokin' out the love, love, love
Gears grindin' in my mind
And they're smokin' out the love
Gears grindin' in my mind
And they're smokin' out the love, love, love
You know what really grinds my gears, gears
You're delusion, a losin' the truth in your ear like
You know what really grinds my gears, gears
All these fake fucks hatin' us out of fear, right
You know what really grinds my gears, gears
These long lost twats on the jock when we near, but
You know what really grinds my gears, gears
You motherfucker, best steer clear

[VERSE 3: ClockworC & Mr. Grey]
[ClockWorC]
The late night avalanche
Rolling in my Cadillac
Now they can't see me
Silly rabbit's got the cataracts

[Mr.Grey]
Battle plan
Open hand
Smacked till your face yacked
Brace facts
Coming like you're honey on my age pack

[ClockWorC]
Package on my backhand
With a sack big
Macking
When they go for my gadget

[Mr.Grey]
Cuckoo havoc
Veteran ramming
Get out my lane I'm fit to be crashing

[ClockWorC]
Pastry basket
Embrace the madness
Take your L or take this damage

[Mr.Grey]
Racing time
I'm checkered flaggin'
You droppin dimes
I'm breaking up candy

[HOOK]
Gears grindin' in my mind
And they're smokin' out the love
Gears grindin' in my mind
And they're smokin' out the love, love, love
Gears grindin' in my mind
And they're smokin' out the love
Gears grindin' in my mind
And they're smokin' out the love, love, love
You know what really grinds my gears, gears
You're delusion, a losin' the truth in your ear like
You know what really grinds my gears, gears
All these fake fucks hatin' us out of fear, right
You know what really grinds my gears, gears
These long lost twats on the jock when we near, but
You know what really grinds my gears, gears
You motherfucker, best steer clear