On Saturday, May 4, 1996 3:00:00 AM UTC-4, Marcel Borg wrote:   
   > I have made several attempts to obtain the lyrics to urban dance squad's   
   > song "Good Grief". This is my last. So will anybody please write down   
   > what he's talking about? Please reply to mborg@worldonline.nl   
      
   As far as I can tell:   
      
   Good morning Vietnam (ha ha)   
      
   My style is triple, quadruple, damage for mc's   
   I make 'em huff 'n puff like mufflers for Meineke   
   Human exhaust, you wanna get lost?   
   Rhymes plus exxon ride brains like Alain Prost   
   Mc clowns, I blaze towns   
   I drag wheel, skulls -- leave with speed 'n dust cloud   
   All you monkeys, donkeys, alternative junkies   
   I'm strictly T-Rex, and my rap just crunch   
   The jive 'n babble, throw heavy scrabble   
   Sparkles plus the bubbles plus the flavor like Snapple   
   All you socalled rebels heavy metal cattle   
   Some horses got force but I simply tame with saddle   
   Hunt a stunt like 'red October', ain't crossin' over   
   Oops ! scud scrub patriot makes pulver   
   The music hits, fierce as it is   
   Check the brothers in the crowd that 'hiss'   
   Good grief   
      
   Industry check to mac, and wanna know me   
   I kick against control untamed like wild pony   
   Stay lonely like tony, attract like Coney Island   
   My style man, don't need no master, flasher   
   Test a prankster gangster like a gatt much faster   
   Get the band aid, the kid front hard knock   
   I sport more techniques confidential than Fort Knox   
   Sort of tool - glock - automatic on the static   
   Synthetic - plastic ?- you stay ready with the casket   
   I throw a style, now a freak wants to test it   
   It's crazy mega fab, makes your hottie cheer   
   I crush mc jaws who ought ta be chandelier   
   And drop the litter - on the quitter   
   The survival-rival gets stranger   
   Much fitter   
   Worldwide you get served like stinky cheese   
   More force than a sexual intercourse   
   So MCs please!   
   Brothers amaze, keep 'em all in a daze   
   With the wild funk blaze   
   Good grief   
      
   One time for your mind now, as I have to climb now   
   Step by step now, where your rap now   
   I kick the flavor like a wes craven   
   People under my stairs wanna steal like raven   
   Black with breaks wanna croak when spoken to   
   Some shitty nonsense beat, you gotta be jokin' too   
   The rhyme enforcer, rhythm corsair   
   Hit the core with force, well of course oh !   
   Don't give me that lip lip   
   Like he thought that he could   
   I frown on bullshit like my name's Clint Eastwood   
   You come with fronts, stunts 'n poses   
   I welcome you to my jungle   
   Like my name was Guns 'n Roses   
   I blast the sound, you check the sound   
   You got to be down, you got to be down and be like Charlie Brown   
   Saying good grief   
      
   Good grief, good grief, good grief, good grief   
      
   > Many thanks.   
      
   You're welcome. Sorry for the delay.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)