Favorite Things - Mr. Grey

Sweets and violence and heresy

These are a few of my favorite things

Rabbit holes, whisky and chasing dreams

These are a few of my favorite things

Grey skies and gears can’t you hear the screams, hear the screams,

can’t you hear the screams

These are a few of my favorite things (x2)

See my dick and had to kiss em

Animal magnetism

Straight cannibalism

Rappers taste like chicken

I’m sitting here sets of flames

Stay up outta my kitchen

Cause I’m the Mongrel see a snake and I hate you fake hissing

Listen close cause I’ll only say it once

I’m untouchable running amuck in the streets and I’ll never be getting enough

I smoke like a chimney

Drink like a fish

Fuck like a beast and do the same with my fist

Kiss wrists cause the blood drips

Sacrifice made while the words slip from my lips

Stab me in the neck with a needle

Hip-hop el precious call me Smeagol

Tattoo you with my barcode voodoo

Gun to the chest

Motherfucking mess obsessed

Caught you at the altar on Sunday trynna confess (praise the lord)

Fuck remorse no way to repent

Got you in my tank treads back to hell I stay hellbent

Sweets and violence and heresy

These are a few of my favorite things

Rabbit holes, whisky and chasing dreams

These are a few of my favorite things

Grey skies and gears can’t you hear the screams, hear the screams,

can’t you hear the screams

These are a few of my favorite things (x2)

When I think of these things I manifest screams

Burning buildings breaking down demolition dreams

I’mma nightmare live on Elm street you see

But the devils in the details and they don’t come free

Swing from the tree of life

I’ve been breaking on all of my branches

Havoc has my brain I laid the pipe

And leave the night in a panic

Damn it’s quite treacherous

Heaven is still on Earth and it’s

Everything that I love and adorn

I’mma sure I’ll still be burning it

Yo serving it

Mr. Grey the chainsaw ClockworC

The tourniquet

We stay in a blood of in vein

So dope slit throat and leave the ape pain

Son of a shotgun call be Kurt Cobain

Sweets and violence and heresy

These are a few of my favorite things

Rabbit holes, whisky and chasing dreams

These are a few of my favorite things

Grey skies and gears can’t you hear the screams, hear the screams,

can’t you hear the screams

These are a few of my favorite things (x2)

Sin smells so sweet

I taste her next to me

Violence races through my mind white rabbit trynna catch me

Whiskey got me fucked up chasing dreams

Everybody on some scheme nothing’s what it seems

I got evil in my eyes

Some things never die

Michael Myers shit, favorite thing’s my kitchen knife

Thief and a lie a king to the night

I wear a crown of evil deeds and I’m cursed but I’m alive

I’m a hazy crazy master fucking babies rabies save me

I’m a day that doesn’t let this Earth shine on the pavement

I define what you hate on

A dime in a grave

Buried alive with my rhymes

Grind blind to the gates of hell

And light a smoke off the fires from my soul

Till I stand like ya chance to go find your control

Cause it’s gone baby gone

Without a second left to think

So I’mma hit these streets with my favorite things

Sweets and violence and heresy

These are a few of my favorite things

Rabbit holes, whisky and chasing dreams

These are a few of my favorite things

Grey skies and gears can’t you hear the screams, hear the screams,

can’t you hear the screams

These are a few of my favorite things (x2)