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letra de kick in the door - mr. grey

[verse 1: mr. grey]
white boy that y’all had no faith in
a black facial face and i cave ya face in
wardrobe go dumb dumb
the sun soothe syndrome
you, dim-lit dimwits, nicknamed you dim sum
my right hook deliver bl–dy nose bros
straight up your nostril
like fist scale co-co
like vocal t-loco, voodoo decodo
clawing at your vultures no need no vocode

[verse 2: diabolic]
throw you in a chokehold
snapping your neck cause when animals attack with
hacking your flesh with an axe or a hatchet
smashing your chest till your clavicle and your f-cking back intersect
pass me the cess inhaling the dutch smoke
now i’m sitting up on cloud nine from one toke
going buck wild cause the sh-t i just wrote got hoes swallowing my c-ck till the sl-ts choke

[verse 3: c-mob]
i’m blood soaking out on the sh-t that i am on
you’ll die upon and this chest game after crying, mom
rappers claiming they’re big fish i’m leviathon
so f-ck them and the horse they’re riding on
see me riding in a old caprice
rolling deep my attitude is cold as sleet
and i’m on my king sh-t b-tch golden fleece
and i suggest that you pray the lord your soul to keep
[verse 4: wildcard]
try and follow i’m bringing the psychic knowledge
i’m mad cause the bible called me a heathen whose fireballing to h-ll and my rivals all try to k!ll me but it’s more likely you’ll invite me, mr grey and diabolic to your bible college
i am all of the pain that you try to ball up
and bring in to find some solace when all of the skies are falling appalling a mic-aholic whose coming to light you all up like a sniper with cerebral palsy trynna hold his rifle solid

kick in the door

[verse 5: mr. grey]
mothaf-cka i’m cutthroat
line em up like dominos
they all fall down one by one comatose
on my sh-t don’t overdose
tyrant trying know what throws so below i’m eskimo
a sold-out show and the crowd just froze
raising ranting rodeo the badest bull don’t evoke
i ain’t f-cking around folks
i’m fire with no screen of smoke
shoot me or rock me i’m so mothaf-cking dope

[verse 6: diabolic]
now why not soak my foes in propane
throw flames at em burn the whole gang
backslap whack cats sn-tch that gold chain
the illest mothaf-cker from here to spokay
f-ck these no names i’m here with mr. grey
to punch you in the face till our fists decay
whoever got sh-t to say i’ll kick in your door
and i’m fist f-cking your face till your hitting the floor
[verse 7: c-mob]
all you bad apples get split to the core
trust none so i keep a .45th in the drawer
giving d-ck to a wh0re
till she’s dripping and sore
going so hard she’s telling me you ripped it and tore
going ape sh-t
k!lling p-ssies leave em in a waste pit
you can’t compete with c-mob or mr. grey spit
rappers are so tasteless and you know they hate this
so take this
chance to save face and get a facelift

[verse 8: wildcard]
i recall i’m the wolf and the night is calling
i’m throwing my rivals all in a well trynna climb a wall
if they’re praying to christ or allah i’m finding they wife and ball em
then i’m filling up they f-cking holes i ain’t talking stripe or solid
might acknowledge the ciphers that i’m dissolving
i’m feisty inviting all on your face like a lion [moldurb?]
i’m swinging a knife this warless is spitting now spiders crawling
and i’m poisoning your drink mothaf-cka would you like an olive

kick in the door

- mr grey

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