GrewSum - Mr. Horrorcore lyrics

This mixtape will fuck an album up
Now what's up? Drowning in your own blood
Down on the ground, die you fuck
Mr horrorcore 'bout to slice you up
Mindless, I don't know where my mind is
I'm in a day slicin', never will grace time
As your worst enemy life is slippin' away
When I am grippin' the blade
Stickin' your face
Like "haha bitch I'm insane yo"
I'm really ok though
This is that way cold texas flow
Don't ever give it away
Make 'em all pay like a fucking arcade
A little bit of gold wasn't going our way
So I hit them with the flow
That will go a long way
I don't really wanna know what
A couple more days gonna do to my soul cause
I'm killin' on play
I'm betting along when you're seeing my way
When you're laying in my truck bed
Bleeding all day i eat 'em
I'm strange might be the mind frame
Of the darkflow oozing and eating my brain
So pleased for me to be deeply deranged
People speaking to me but they're
Deep in the grave i can't keep it discreet
I'm completely insane
When I meet in the meat I
Just seize in the taste
You're now in the presence
Of an undead legend
All the punks that said that I was done
Can get it, day one, I was ready off the jump
Inflicted everybody with the mission
With a fun pandemic
Almost ten years later and I'm
Still straight killin' it
Wait for my millin' too designed
To this killa shit
Hit a couple bumps in the road
But the people still fuck with the flow
Let 'em know what it really is

Violent pictures more and more
Grip that blade and go to war
Death is more what you're in for
This is Mr horrorcore

They said to me like it was a bad thing
Now I got 'em wishin' they could
Wake up from a bad dream
Darkflow running through my veins no vaccine
Make 'em all bleed is a
Mess that you can't clean
All these rappers hatin' I'm creatin'
What they can't see
Doesn't matter if you fallin' off
Because you have me
Everybody wanna ride along like I'm a taxi
I let 'em
Got a couple dead bodies in my back seat
The Kill Machine is all mobile now
And no hatin' artist gonna hold astound
That open mouth will get a dick in it
Until it's disfigured
I'm all sorts of foul
It's up to my clique now to sort 'em out
So torturous when they force the style
I was born for this
Bypassed any metamorphosis
Straight tore shit down
Try to fuck around with Donnie bitch
You'll get your neck snapped
Makin' money like I'm Walter White
With a meth lab
Try to make it outta here alive
I bet you just can't
Get stabbed all up in your
Head and your neck man
Next chance that I get I'mma kill again man
Friends can get it too
Promise it, they can't, man
Leave 'em in a deep hole
Chopped in a glad bag
Locked in the trash can
Looking like a madman
Who are you to say Grew is slippin'
Nothing but a crew full of stupid bitches
I don't owe you shit
You little broke ass snitch
Fakin' like your record label
Making loot from business
We all know the truth
You ain't movin' this
In the magazines, all up in the news and shit
They don't play your music cause
They hate your music
So this fame you're using
Is some useless shit

Violent pictures more and more
Grip that blade and go to war
Death is more what you're in for
This is Mr horrorcore

It's been a long time
I'ts been over a year since I
Gave you some new Grewsum shit
Now it's finally time to get
Things going the right way
This is Grass Roots volume five
And I'm Mr horrorcore