GrewSum - Dead Conversations lyrics
[GrewSum - Dead Conversations lyrics]
I'm a rockstar mixed with a
Talent of a rap star
Ain't no reason that I need to act hard
Pile up the bodies in my back yard
That's raw
Killin' everybody when I need to get money
And I gut a motherfucker when
I need to get naughty it might be a buddy
We study everything that we bloody
It's ugly when we dump the body in a puddle
It's muddy and then move, on to the next
Blow like a C4 bomb in the flesh
Eight inch blade put all in your neck
Cause if I need little help then I call up a
(infect)
And they'll be there in a minute to finish
Diminishin' a little man hit in the wig
With a sickle and sickin 'em
In the middle of the adam
And slashin' em with a passion of savage
And then baggin' em up
I'mma kill anybody that contest
Got a new outfit, baby all flesh
Use a fuckin’ shinbone for an arm rest
I'mma grind to the day I'm gonna calm rest
And they decease the beast
For killin' the weak
Release when I'm feelin' the beat
The feast to need
Then me be drillin' them deep
With heat to keep the cheese
With the villains in me and then march
They see me rollin' stolen
Whips and conversatin' with the dead
Lot's of liquor, bottles pop em
Take em to the head
White T might need bleach to cover
Up the spots of red
They came up out your head
They came up out ya
Talent of a rap star
Ain't no reason that I need to act hard
Pile up the bodies in my back yard
That's raw
Killin' everybody when I need to get money
And I gut a motherfucker when
I need to get naughty it might be a buddy
We study everything that we bloody
It's ugly when we dump the body in a puddle
It's muddy and then move, on to the next
Blow like a C4 bomb in the flesh
Eight inch blade put all in your neck
Cause if I need little help then I call up a
(infect)
And they'll be there in a minute to finish
Diminishin' a little man hit in the wig
With a sickle and sickin 'em
In the middle of the adam
And slashin' em with a passion of savage
And then baggin' em up
I'mma kill anybody that contest
Got a new outfit, baby all flesh
Use a fuckin’ shinbone for an arm rest
I'mma grind to the day I'm gonna calm rest
And they decease the beast
For killin' the weak
Release when I'm feelin' the beat
The feast to need
Then me be drillin' them deep
With heat to keep the cheese
With the villains in me and then march
They see me rollin' stolen
Whips and conversatin' with the dead
Lot's of liquor, bottles pop em
Take em to the head
White T might need bleach to cover
Up the spots of red
They came up out your head
They came up out ya