Mosh Pit - Mr. Grey

Shit

God damn

Does anybody know where exactly the fuck I am?

No, no

I remember drinking whiskey last night

And I remember some chick sucking my

Yep

Still fucked up, woke up in Sacramento

Trynna relive last night like I’m living memento

A puddle of regret but this chick was a nympho

She was jocking my ego

Yo her ass in a Pico

Most of the time I walked a line

Falling off the edge of both sides

I can’t get off this fucked up twisted carnival ride

I’m driving drunk and blind

I’mma unplug the stem from my mind

Maker’s mark I gotta blame you

You Jim Beam and that asshole Jack too

I wanna scare ya, was raised on Pantera

Rappers and MC’s from the no biting era

DBD, ODB, RIP

A little piece of both of you is in the G

Everybody hates an asshole

An asshole be me

I shook your hand and introduced your fucking nuts to my knee

Slit your wrists to this

Slap a bitch to this

We start mosh pits with our club hits watch this

Cause you would like and we ain’t got nowhere to go

We gonna party till the sun come home

We giving that soundtrack for the last days on Earth

Cataclysm giving vision now I’ve risen to serf

Put my foot down

Push the world closer to the sun

Lost my mind, nothing to lose so throw them drinks up

Cutting a rug and then sweeping up everything I had done that night

Find freaks cups cries

Things on my mind

Ooh darling

I promise I’ll buy

Come a little close I’ll show ya what I like

I’m in that mosh pit, cockpit, bows on that floor tip

Hitting through the crowd like a .44 cal kid

But no hollow tip

I spit slick venom and y’all still swallow it

It’s that mind blower

Spitting hot fire like a flamethrower

Go to heaven’s gates say «I'm here to take over»

Wait’s over

I’m back

Ain’t heard about ClockworC it’s time ya asked

Slit your wrists to this

Slap a bitch to this

We start mosh pits with our club hits watch this

Cause you would like and we ain’t got nowhere to go

We gonna party till the sun come home

Oh jesus christ

Come here you guys

Check this guy out

He thinks he’s a rapper

Yeah, he sits there with his iPod and I don’t know

I don’t know if he got too stoned but

The performance in his head is not the same as we are watching right now

Okay

Somebody gotta get this guy outta her

Somebody slap that bitch

I’m just a dumbed down hellhound

Out on the prowl

Sound waves take shame

My mind rape that crowd

Sole found with spirits drowned

Can’t stay coherent

Hear it

Fear it

If you must

Y’all lost to the blood of my razor cuts

Just wash yo mouth out

And prepare to bow down

I got a nuclear rant and a rage to match now

The roofs on fire I desire spit gas

Blast through your mainframe we untamed at last

Don’t be scared of the pit

Don’t be scared of the dick

I may look mean but I’m just a teddy bear bitch

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear with a little bit of hair

And a fiend for that blue jean fixmas

So kiss this .40 grit

Full throttle first hit

Mind in the mush

Mosh pit is your new fix

That suns coming later

But we own the night

So get the fuck in that pit if you know you’re alive

Slit your wrists to this

Slap a bitch to this

We start mosh pits with our club hits watch this

Cause you would like and we ain’t got nowhere to go

We gonna party till the sun come home