G.R.E.Y.G.O.D.S.
Title | G.R.E.Y.G.O.D.S. |
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Artist | $uicideboy$ & Ramirez |
Album | G.R.E.Y.G.O.D.S. |
Release Date | 2015-05-26 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro: Lord Infamous, Playa Fly & Ken Foree] When there is no more room in hell The dead will walk the earth Now you see me smilin', lookin' wily, got a loced out face Suckas think they close to me? Deep inside I feel disgrace We smoke off the ink, we get blowed off the ink We get fucked up, we takin' them hard pulls Now you see me smilin', lookin' wily, got a loced out face Where tha bud at? Lookin' wily, got a loced out face Where tha bud at? We smoke off the ink, we get blowed off the ink We get fucked up, we takin' them hard pulls Where tha bud at? [Verse 1: Ramirez] Sittin' in a circle as we're praying to the wicked one Flames arise, a busta cries, and everybody starts to run Lookin' at the devil in his eyes, don't be surprised Everybody in this bitch will die by the night [Verse 2: Yung Plague] Light-Lightning strikes in front of my feet I believe I'm the demon that bleeds in the color of grey, ayy Winter is coming, I summon the flames, ayy Summer is gone, I'm no longer Yung Plague, ayy Noose and a blade, ayy, Lucifer's slave, ayy Choosin' the day I'll be loose in the grave, ayy Slay the sheep that pull wool over my eyes Creep in the dark, I'm a shark in disguise Park it in drive, jump out the ride Crucify me on a spike, I will die right by Lucifer's side Bodies in a pile about a mile down the road Got a while 'til it snows Black and white makes the color that I glow Grow in a hole until I become whole [Verse 3: Yung $carecrow] Shoot that bitch right in his neck like executing Clay Morrow Then I stumble and I walk to go and grab me a shovel Yung Jax Teller, and the concrete's my jungle Smuggle a fuckboy to sacrifice into rubble Tunnel vision to murder with grey walls cavin' in Crumble 'til I'm unheard of, the resurrection begins (Welcome to the land of six thousand degrees Feel the ferocity of fire burnin' for eternity) You might also like[Outro: Lord Infamous & Playa Fly] We smoke off the ink, we get blowed off the ink We get fucked up, we takin' them hard pulls Now you see me smilin', lookin' wily, got a loced out face Where tha bud at? Lookin' wily, got a loced out face Where tha bud at? We smoke off the ink, we get blowed off the ink We get fucked up, we takin' them hard pulls Where tha bud at? |