a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

graveyard productions - black magic lyrics

(verse 1: lil grimm)
demons in the night, yes i’m going for my evil deeds
late at night i’m cold, so i pick up this book and read
——————————
evil spirits cast a spell now, it’s running through my head
— look up in the sky you’ll see what do i see
is it a bird, is it a plane, demons ——-
—————————-one n-gga already locked in my trunk
red dog take his body while i start ———
out there, messed up, about to snort that holy dope
please don’t try to run cause i got that infra-red scope
into my motherf-cking dome
told you hoes to leave me alone
quiet n-gga in the corner, but i keep my big black tone
while i’m in the corner ————
slice that ho
looking at me with my f-cking chainsaw
—————————–
hi my name is grim, welcome to my crucifix
it is my f-cking graveyard, catch you with no light
quick to k!ll a n-gga with no trigger f-cking sight
but i’m kind of f-cked up, and i can’t think straight
red dog help me through this misery because i’m losing faith
having bad dreams when the clock hits midnight
demons grab my back, ease my soul, don’t try to fight
when my soul rise from the darkness of my graveyard
come along and join with me to a night of ——
having suicidal thoughts, should i grab my f-cking life
or just pace ———————————-

(verse 2: red dog)
n-ggas come to my graveyard, n-ggas ————–
————- drinking liquor while i kiss my trigger
eyes red as fire i don’t know so don’t ask me why
wicked trick, evil sh-t, all at the same time
wicked f-cking crucifix, these demons creeping through the night
with the f-cking gauge on the rage, but i see the light
———– for me, will i see reality
demons trying to take my soul, d-mn i know i feel cold
tore the body, scatter, shatter into pieces just like —
me and grim are sn-tching f-cking head
————————–
—————— from their neck
i do this sh-t for self-respect
when i k!ll a b-tch you know that a n-gga got to keep his motherf-cking rep
motherf-cking glock is c-cked
—————————- of f-cking trick
sometimes i think of suicide, just k!ll myself in bl–dy —
take my f-cking b-lls out there, i lock myself in the closet b-tch
reminisce on how i murder n-gga, shot em in the d-ck
enter them n-ggas — them demons telling me to go committed these crimes
n-ggas with triggers, them cocaine dealers ——————
——- just thinking of homicide mixed with the suicide
so i go k!ll a —– w-ssup lil grim (my n-gga don’t know)
should i go —— (just stanging that ho)
i stang on the b-tch —————–
——————– before i get mad
———————— to his head
like i said just before, these n-ggas must don’t know me well
and i c-ck the hammer back, them bullets hit your f-cking —
evil showing me the truth they telling me what’s right or wrong
telling me who’s about to live and n-ggas —- hair and bones
fire is in my heart because them n-ggas try to test me this
head just start a spinorama, shoulders ———
— he’s got my back, — with that fire sack
grim’s is cutting b-tches head, we talking but mostly dead
only with the infra-red, none of them n-ggas good or bad
——————————————————–

(verse 3: lil grimm)
black magic, voodoo power
catch a spell of phony tricks
yes i’m kind of crazy since you n-ggas talking —– sh-t
step up to a n-gga if you wanna see some f-cking sport
yes my graveyard is made for you suckas play hard
yes you f-cking suckas can’t ——————–
————————————–
look into my soul, once again i can’t see the light
bad dreams keep my eyes open, demons got my sight
fifteen n-ggas ready to k!ll, still trill n-ggas don’t feel
the darkside coming up and you know lil grimm ——
so watch your back n-gga cause i might take your f-cking soul
everclear up in my system but my blood runs ice cold
the tale that you heard of ——————-
keeping it — chop the mic, sn-tch your body cause it’s getting deeper

(verse 4: red dog)
everytime i close my eyes, the vision pops into my mind
evil thoughts —-
a n-gga with a mastermind you never heard a thing like this
i’m the type of n-gga that will beat you dead upon this b-tch
9 millimeter c-cked, ready to pop and drop these hoes
n-gga constantly talking junk, mayne these n-ggas must not know
demons creeping while i’m sleeping, then i take my f-cking pump
bullets start to drop —— while i drop these f-cking punks
eighty percent of these n-ggas are scared
twenty percent of these n-ggas are dead
when i ————————–

(verse 5: lil grim)
one two, come for you
three four, lock your door
five six, crucifix
seven eight, ——-
nine ten, mac 10, aiming at you and your friend
eleven twelve, meet your death
(creepin to my chamber ———)

(verse 6: red dog)
that’s the definition of a nine with seventeen shots
pop pop pop you get dropped, you get tore right on that block
————————————-
devil sh-t, that’s my —————
————————————

- graveyard productions lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS