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letra de something to say? - mr. grey

[intro: mr. grey]
for all you b-tch ass rappers
you can do one thing
eat a d-ck
you know everybody’s got something to say
they got some advice for a motherf-cker
well hear me out
yeah

[verse 1: mr. grey]
well i’mma motherf-cking 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

[hook: mr. grey]
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
[verse 2: mr. grey]
a crushing cough deep in your chest
call you [okadama?] triple bypass
left a mothaf-cking 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 sh-tters in shame
the walking dead surround me
i’m in a survival horror game

[hook: mr. grey]
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

[bridge: mr. grey]
revenge is best served, well any time really
yeah
this is for all you b-tch made p-ssy eating rappers with the cupcake and sh-t
put your tight pants on boys it’s gonna be a long ride (haha)
don’t f-ck with grey
[verse 3: mr. grey]
if you can’t feel me you might be up in the closet trying to feel little b
f-ck a b-tch that want some gucci gucci or some prada
i give a chick nada
she could cum to suck my d-ck
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 motherf-ckers 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

[hook: mr. grey] (x2)
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

- mr grey

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