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honor never - justin grindley lyrics

[intro: grindley, elon musk]
uoy ot tuo seog traeh ym
honor never

[verse 1: grindley, redacted]
i swear i’d k!ll my own kids if i saw them give no regards to (ok, not really)
the current state of the world, this is more than an “honor your oath, part ii” (ponder and hope)
i’ll disown anyone over human rights, including the gym lads (it won’t come to that)
when i started rapping 6, 7 (huhu, 6*7, durrr) years ago, i couldn’t have imagined that…

i’d get all conscious, let alone reuniting with this girl as i did recently (decade)
had to do a double take like every time i check the news on thе tv (oh my, dude)
i finished my first quarter cеntury with euphoria, no sample (shoo)
keeping it subliminal, might lead me to *******, **, **** ** ***** *** ****** (yeah)

say that fast, she wrapped her arms around me because it all came full circle (how are you?)
did she forgive me for all that anyone would take as a turnoff? (you’re good, justin)
or was she just appeasing me like a pardon for the worst transgressions? (bye)
either way, i’m tired of the lord teasing me with her short apparitions (not that kind of short)

perhaps she can help take the edge off as we head towards cataclysm (ok, doomer)
i no longer deem playing by the rules an option, time for in*court activism (disobedience)
i’ll make a song just for her subsequently, meanwhile, let’s reach a concurrency (no):
don’t put me down for staying woke, and i won’t put you to sleep

[interlude: grindley, pete hegseth, donald trump, rfk jr.]
(we became the woke department)
are you f*cking serious?
(they’re eating the dogs)
ok, we’re really doing this?
(no more gender confusion, no more pr*nouns)
i was supposed to drop my first feature this year, not this conscious sh*t
(we need to stop trusting the experts)
guess i have to tell them it’s off
(we keep taking in garbage)
f*ck it, let’s do this (quay)
[verse 2]
yeah, i’ll be on my way, just got to wait for la migra to wave if i’m not detained (am i free to go?)
in order to travel unmolested in my vessel, i need authorization (draconian)
you got that, ok? i’m crashing out, my expedition’s irate, demolish the shade (*honk*)
finna make the interstate 8 east incident look like horseplay (leeroy!)

say i’m nothing, and you’ll be a jet2holiday, you want to play chicken? (sure)
let’s f*cking play, like my baldness, i get a close shave (bald)
and instead of giving chase, call air support, green laser pen leaves them in a daze (*helicopter crash*)
oh, you thought i would never grow out of my edgy*trumper phase? (it had to happen)

to join the normal people’s club, i was a decade, or so, late (we’re sorry)
have you ever violated 18 u.s.c. § 758? (we out this b*tch)
because i have, and it felt like a new d*day, 10 points for the game (*car crash*)
n*z*s, learn not to put your unconstitutional checkpoint in the way (grindley produces more heat than an incandescent bulb)

blacks for trump, they be like “n*gga, heil hitler” (huh)
but i won’t switch to entirely liberal (libtards) cuz they won’t legalize switches (*rack the slide*)
for my rimless 9 mm (2nd amendment) and they demonized citizens (f*ck it)
who respectfully declined to shelter (mask off) from that covid*19 trick (fake)

i’m bulldozing minorities for highways (carbrain), appeasing hippies with some bike lanes (commie)
have my associate of [bar]ology (indoctrinated), and should be getting another stipend raise (more like fired)
and like i stated in the 1st verse, i might have finally found my mate (she doesn’t like you, justin)
and i’m really finna throw my life away by going on a lyrical tirade? (f*ck yeah)
25/8 (’25 ate), y’all giving delulu, quay is your problem? (quay is it?) trans people existing? (oh, the horror)
or some activists—who i don’t claim—said blanquitos are privileged? (crackas)
are they in the room with us, right now? these radical leftists? (scary)
as you call them? i call it having a normal reaction to oppression (centrist)

bad bunny is a bad hombre, you should send him home, meet your quota (oh wait)
barbie needs a ken and ken is known as the male karen clone (botox)
you saying the 1st amendment doesn’t condone my sickening poems? (hey fascist, catch!)
i have receipts, i’m literally quoting them, k!lling these b*tches like kristi noem (*dog whimper*)

who let the dogs out? if you tell me to sybau, i bark (*bark*)
was justin grindley going woke on your ’25 bingo card? (i bet not)
i’m starting to get unlyrical, dawg, kind of like the bingo song (it was cringe*o)
“bing bing bong,” i’m eating them and the cats like a ching chang chong (that’s racist)

if you take a drug test and get a pass, then you know you need to touch grass (and smoke it)
my blood fam is la raza even though i pr*nounce my “r”s without a tongue tap (rr)
we placing thumbtacks in the road (*skrt*), i sure hope their vehicles came with run*flats (*hiss*)
politics is now which feces reeks the least (pee yew), so i’m rolling with the dumbocrats (lesser evil)

and i must ask, how many more cases of tds are you about to diagnose? (derangement)
how many more times are you going to fail to put your pr*nouns in your bio? (quay/quayself)
how many more libtards are you going to own sort of like slaves? (like you did until 1865)
how many more crime victims are you working to make turn in their graves? (like laken riley)

i like trump when he jokes about raping b*tches (grab them by the p*ssy), i don’t like trump when he actually rapes them (i’m the victim)
i like trump when he’s racist towards spics (garbage), i hate when he locks wetbacks in cages (ice is isis, baby)
this is not quay we meant when we said to lock in (*cell doors close*), sailors need due process too
you need to dock it (docket), but that ship has sailed with how the scotus has lost it (f*ck the constitution)
i’m seeing hail (sieg heil) and ima **** **** on these f*cks, yeah, i’m quite chilling
they’re employing snowflakes, want to see *** melt? (brr) just crank call
until the sirens wail, then upon their arrival, i ***** like h*ll (storm the storm troopers)
then i hightail, ****** of the century, yeah, i just ******* myself (911)

[verse 3]
i ask musk, i need you to lift my suspension (pretty please) and i don’t mean that as in truck (x)
but you can’t cuz the fcc won’t let us be (without me)
my actions producing more heat than my beats, this switch, and an incandescent bulb all added up (cuz i suck at producing)
pull up to *** *** ***** **, imperial, ca 92251 and ******** (hi, ****** *gunfire*)

i hate the way n*z*s walk, the way that they talk (state your citizenship)
speaking broken spanish, gringo accents (los documentos, por favor), failing to state names and badge numbers (1488)
i even hate when they say “maga” or “honor first,” such ironic words (quay a joke)
am i under hsi yet? cuz we still have 8 more stanzas (it gets even worse)

i hate the way n*z*s dress, all masked up with bandanas (quay you hiding?)
i’m a fat f*ck and still have more stamina (pathetic), no, i won’t back up
better call backup, better yet, pack it up, vamoose in the vanpool (córrele)
the perfect job for those who can’t put the fries in the bag, bruh (chat, am i cooked?)

you maga rappers, besides oxymoronic, must be locked in the closet cuz forgiato blows (f*ggot)
you’re simping for a sinning c*nt who considers you expendable, reminds me of ****** ******** (don’t do it, bro)
the only thing super straight about y’all (only 2 genders) is y’all’s arms when y’all chumps salute (wenn ja)
so, whether you’re trying to be the mcdonald’s (macdonald) marshall or trump’s nephew (eh, relax, guy)

shut your f*cking face, unc f*cka (hoser)
you’re a loser like the blue jays, unc f*cka (west coast)
why would the best mexican rapper alive sell out his own brethren and next of kin? (class traitor)
search? get a warrant, it’s called the 4th amendment, but i can see you known nun’ ’bout dat

suspicion needs reason, know nun’ ’bout dat, cause for a seizure, know nun’ ’bout dat
by oath or affirmed, know nun’ bout dat, if not, then we secure, know nun’ ’bout dat
persons, houses, papers, and effects, listen, man, you don’t know nun’ ’bout dat
you swore, without exceptions, to support and defend, you don’t know nun’ ’bout dat

charlie kirk wanted to talk us down, and thus we walked him down (we are charlie kirk)
his f*cktard fans hosted walkouts, closed up shop, b*tch, i’m a waffle house (we’re pedos and lame)
a “comeback tour?” b*tch, your neck is the only thing that’s popping out (rip bozo)
his last vid was of him getting owned by my fellow tritons, i’m always proud (ucsd)

is that why you’re cutting my alma mater’s funding and probably entrusting it to prageru (love the uneducated)
so they can brainrot the youngins with grok, walsh, hodgetwins, johnson, tom, and prayer in schools? (f*ck yeah, jesus)
the slop is sung as: “skibidi toilet paper usa!” you sa kids? (epstein)
look, the flight logs have trump in them! uh, ignore that, the gays are groomers, erase the troons! (f*ggots)

don’t let me ***** your motorcade on state route **, 47 (b*town)
ima impede in a gr**, 47 (*money shift*), your steaks (stakes) need to be **’d, 47 (it’s raw)
don’t imprison my pops, führer, much less sentence my pops, führer (you’ll regret it)
i’m not scared of becoming a martyr, that gon be your *** ** *****, führer (on god)

ayo, merry christmas, here’s your tariffed present, it gon cost me more than mr barrera’s bail did (he dindu nuffin)
furlough my friend from the irs? shut the sh*t down on these clowns, can i get a witness? (no paycheck)
honor when? honor first? nah, honor last? nope, honor never (how about honor negative?)
hey *******, remember quay timothy mcveigh said: “sic semper…tyrannis”

[ending]
haha (h*llo, is everyone in the vehicle us citizens?)
we’re not going to answer your questions no more
we’re not letting fascists continue ****** no more
yes, that’s a ******

- justin grindley lyrics

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