The Grinch Video (MV)

You're the, the, the, the, the Grinch
Breaking into your home, I got a wrench
Pipe down, dumb clown, find out that you don't want to mess with me
Finally, you got me to the point where I will swing
Stop being muggin' and maybe you will get away with it
Lying to my face, bro, fake hoes that you say you been bringing home
Why you gotta lie, your way to attention man, what you lyin' for
Why do you keep staring at me? I don't swing that way, bro
Disses rackin', cash I'm stacking, catch me lackin'
Never happen, face the action or face the crackin'
Bring your ass to my studio, bring your fake ass hoes
Hey, it's MC Beast and I'm here to feast
Lying to my face? Have some dignity, at least, I know you don't
Got a girlfriend in the seventh grade, it's insane
How you think that lying will bring you game
And when I reach fame, you're gonna be the one that is shamed upon
Man, I dropped the bomb since I've been gone
I've been being wronged, so I'll make a song
And it's been so long, I don't even know if you know who I'm talking to
His stupid ass, staring at me every class
I think he's gay, cause he's always up my ass
So spin that middle finger round and round
And when you hear that sound, get on the ground
You know what I'm talking about
Let's switch off, this kid really thinks that he's the boss
But I'm the one that never falls
You can stop licking balls, it's time to brawl
Y'all think I really care about a stupid ass hater
I'm the best damn rap game player
I'm not playin', never fakin'
If you hatin', got me shakin'
And there's a place and time to make a couple of jokes
But bro, if all you do is lie, you're gonna get nowhere in life
No respect, and no wife
No trust in the night, hell you won't even survive
Yo let's do this thing
Yo, we gon' throw fists, if you come in and snitch
It ain't gon' be fun, you might want a refund
Takin' over the earth, one step at a time
Life on the line, shots to the spine
I'm gonna shine, but you're gonna find out
F-A-F-O, I'm behind you, don't let me find you
Rappin' so fast it give me asthma
Catchin' the bag, no I ain't lackin'
Word of advice, try to be nice
Quit the lies, you're gonna find out
My kind ain't kind, we stay on the grind
And in the making of this song, you're released forms have been signed
Along with that pug dude, but I won't say his name
You guys is both liars, my friendship with you just caught fire
Hiring a hitman to give your ass whiplash
You come at me and cause a big clash in the middle of class
Bash your head against the wall
Mirror, window, and all
And you know that I will never fall
If I get that call, I'ma put a hundred quarters in a sock
And I'll be the last damn thing that you ever saw
Now scram you little brat and don't ever come back
Beat change, beast man
Gonna destroy you ho and let them all know
That I'm the realest rapper here
But that's the only information that you'll get from me, bro
I, I, I, don't care about stupid lies
The Grinch is here for you to find