Something to Say? - Mr. Grey

For all you bitch ass rappers

You can do one thing

Eat a dick

You know everybody’s got something to say

They got some advice for a motherfucker

Well hear me out

Yeah

Well I’mma motherfucking test tube

Blended I’ll desecrate y’all ranks

Napalm Megatron hold a Holocaust for you snakes

Roll snake eyes

When I call snake eyes

I’m liquidating to stay away

Snakes alive

Split tongue spit venom

Spider-man get em

Ice cold a Batman nemesis

I’ve been an altar beast since the beginning Genesis

Wake up from your grave

Are you getting this?

Murder meets bliss

Everybody got something to say

Walking Dead, empty suits, politicians, prostitutes

Now it’s back just plenty of hate

I got an iron fist

I’m bout to punch you in the face

A crushing cough deep in your chest

Call you triple bypass

Left a mothafucking mess (hahah)

I got a switchblade for a tongue

When I was born the soundtrack was done by Brotha Lynch Hung

The doctor spoke of an exorcist in an urgent matter

Started raining blood so I danced up in the splatter

Red face put dead shitters in shame

The Walking Dead surround me

I’m in a survival horror game

Everybody got something to say

Walking Dead, empty suits, politicians prostitutes

Now it’s back just plenty of hate

I got an iron fist

I’m bout to punch you in the face

Revenge is best served, well any time really

Yeah

This is for all you bitch made pussy eating rappers with the cupcake and shit

Put your tight pants on boys it’s gonna be a long ride (haha)

Don’t fuck with Grey

If you can’t feel me you might be up in the closet trying to feel little B

Fuck a bitch that want some Gucci Gucci or some Prada

I give a chick nada

She could cum to suck my dick

Grab a Kreayshawn, towel, and some water

What happened to hip-hop (I don’t know man)

Nowadays I look around and see a bunch of copycat zombies

These blood sucking motherfuckers drain they brains out

Couldn’t figure out what they had to do

But all they had to do was get used

Just songs with no views

I do this for those who

Slave the grind

Fight for dime

For real hip-hop heads who respect real rhymes

It’s like a war-zone and I’mma sniper on my grind

Everybody got something to say

Walking Dead, empty suits, politicians prostitutes

Now it’s back just plenty of hate

I got an iron fist

I’m bout to punch you in the face