JG EP

by Jizz Grenade

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released June 3, 2017

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Track Name: Jizz Grenade
We're a freight train that can't be stopped.
A razor back, smoking crack and ready to pop.
We're that feeling you get in your stomach pit,
No matter how hard you try, you can't get rid of it

We're back and we and looking for fame.
Just bringing the jams and a little bit of pain
And that feeling of freedom that we all need
You know we're gonna get it
So can't you see you can't stop
My jizz grenade
Track Name: Shortbus Syndrome
Waking up with drool all over my face
Having someone dress while I'm in outer space
Walking around with everything passing me by
I told a blind kid in a wheelchair a lie

Waiting for something to come on the rise
It's short bus syndrome with no surprise
Waiting for something to come on the rise
It's short bus syndrome with no surprise

Short bus syndrome
(short bus syndrome)
Short bus syndrome
(Short bus syndrome)

Can't cope this is it this is reality
I'm fucked up according to society
Boogers dripping running straight out of my nose
Shitting in my pants and I'm wearing white clothes

Waiting for something to come on the rise
It's short bus syndrome with no surprise
Waiting for something to come on the rise
It's short bus syndrome with no surprise

Short bus syndrome
(Short bus syndrome)
Track Name: Joy Ride
I've got a razor-edged problem, it won't let me fuckin' go.
Cut me off a piece and shove it up my nose.
Red and blue sirens in my rearview view mirror.
I need a few minutes so I can think clearer.
So I park on the corner corner and scrape me up a line,
I'm goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' on a Joyride.

Oi!

I hate the cops, they're always after me.
They say a driver driving high is a driver driving recklessly.
This sucks, my baggie's dry;
But it's a nice day for a Sunday ride.
So I park on the corner to scrape me up a line,
Then I'm back on the gas, at last,
I'm going on a Joyride

Oi!

I'm going down south to live down in Mexico.
I tell the cops to leave me be, but the cops, no, they don't hear me though.
34 miles I'm almost free,
With LA's finest all chasing after me.
They don't stand a chance and neither do I,
THEY'RE NEVER GONNA CATCH ME ALIVE,
I'M GOING ON A JOYRIDE
Track Name: Fuckin' With My Head
She's always fucking with my head
Making me lose sleep at night when I'm alone inside my bed
She's always fucking with my head
It's not what she does to me it's when she does it to my friends

I told myself this was no pushover girl
I should've known how quickly she would come along and destroy my world
Dancing with my friends and now she's dancing with me
We spin all night until I have to break free

She's always fucking with my head
Making me lose sleep at night when I'm alone inside my bed
She's always fucking with my head
It's not what she does to me it's when she does it to my friends

I cheated myself like I knew that I would
I told myself you were trouble I should've known that you were no good
Lying awake at night thinking about what you're doing
Pick up the phone make a call that's when the storm started brewing

She's always fucking with my head
Making me lose sleep at night when I'm alone inside my bed
She's always fucking with my head
It's not what she does to me it's when she does it to my friends

She's always fucking with my head
Making me lose sleep at night when I'm alone inside my bed
She's always fucking with my head
It's not what she does to me it's when she does it to my friends
Track Name: J.T.H.M
Concrete on my feet
Eyes on my back
"If he ain't working, he must be smoking crack!"
I gave you, I gave you, one fucking chance
And what did you do?
You stabbed my back

Chorus:
I'm the one, of the seventh sun and I'll lock you away.
Make you bleed, make you see what you do to me.

I'm homicidal, I'm a maniac
I'm a teacher, a preacher, a matter of fact.
Fuck with me? If you choose
Then my heart you gain but your soul you lose.

Chorus