Gregory Nichols - Boombasticfantastic
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{Intro: Nashvilla*}
Boom (God?)
{Interlude 1: Gregory Nichols}
It’s Ya Boy Mr. Nichols
AKA SockGreg the Sun g.O.D
AKA SockGreg in general
AKA Baby Gregory
AKA GEEZY
AKA GEENO
AKA Irish G’Lo
AKA FatBoy Slim Jim Prim
AKA Que’dell’s Ultimate Hypeman
(censored)
AKA J Baby’s Day one & Lisa’s Only Son
Baby Greg our hear ready to speak life into the word
And continues to Damage all you rap Niggas With just a single verb (Yeah!)
(God)
{Interlude 2: Lúso The Artist}
Hold up, Sock, Sock...
This says “Sock Greg?”
Why this Nigga name himself after footwear?
Nah, I don’t get it, Like what...
He couldn’t have been like....
Fucking—Rolex Greg or something?
Whatever...Um—Where was I at?
(Clears throat)
You are listening to SCARS, SCARS, SCARS...By Sock—Nah man I can’t say that shit bro, Pick another name Nigga
(Boom...God?)
See and then you Gone Put me on the “Will Yu N’ Eye Eva’”...
First Of All, That spelling is all kind of fucked up
I don’t know who told you, You could spell you illiterate ass Muthafucka’
But You...I...Man...
Look, Look! Put me on a real Album...
I’m Hungry—Shit!
{Intro: Nashvilla*}
Boom (God?)
{Interlude 1: Gregory Nichols}
It’s Ya Boy Mr. Nichols
AKA SockGreg the Sun g.O.D
AKA SockGreg in general
AKA Baby Gregory
AKA GEEZY
AKA GEENO
AKA Irish G’Lo
AKA FatBoy Slim Jim Prim
AKA Que’dell’s Ultimate Hypeman
(censored)
AKA J Baby’s Day one & Lisa’s Only Son
Baby Greg our hear ready to speak life into the word
And continues to Damage all you rap Niggas With just a single verb (Yeah!)
(God)
{Interlude 2: Lúso The Artist}
Hold up, Sock, Sock...
This says “Sock Greg?”
Why this Nigga name himself after footwear?
Nah, I don’t get it, Like what...
He couldn’t have been like....
Fucking—Rolex Greg or something?
Whatever...Um—Where was I at?
(Clears throat)
You are listening to SCARS, SCARS, SCARS...By Sock—Nah man I can’t say that shit bro, Pick another name Nigga
(Boom...God?)
See and then you Gone Put me on the “Will Yu N’ Eye Eva’”...
First Of All, That spelling is all kind of fucked up
I don’t know who told you, You could spell you illiterate ass Muthafucka’
But You...I...Man...
Look, Look! Put me on a real Album...
I’m Hungry—Shit!