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grewsum – mr. horrorcore lyrics

[verse 1]
this mixtape will f-ck an album up
now what’s up? drowning in your own blood
down on the ground, die you f-ck
mr. horrorcore ’bout to slice you up
mindless, i don’t know where my mind is
i’m in a day slicin’, never will grace time
as your worst enemy life is slippin’ away
when i am grippin’ the blade, stickin’ your face
like “haha b-tch i’m insane yo” i’m really ok though
this is that way cold texas flow
don’t ever give it away
make ’em all pay like a f-cking arcade
a little bit of gold wasn’t going our way
so i hit them with the flow that will go a long way
i don’t really wanna know what a couple more days
gonna do to my soul cause i’m k!llin’ on play
i’m betting along when you’re seeing my way
when you’re laying in my truck bed, bleeding all day
i eat ’em, i’m strange might be the mind frame
of the darkflow oozing and eating my brain
so pleased for me to be deeply deranged
people speaking to me but they’re deep in the grave
i can’t keep it discreet i’m completely insane
when i meet in the meat i just seize in the taste
you’re now in the presence of an undead legend
all the punks that said that i was done
can get it, day one, i was ready off the jump
inflicted everybody with the mission with a fun pandemic
almost ten years later and i’m still straight k!llin’ it
wait for my millin’ too designed to this k!lla sh-t
hit a couple bumps in the road
but the people still f-ck with the flow
let ’em know what it really is

[hook x2]
violent pictures more and more
grip that blade and go to war
death is more what you’re in for
this is mr. horrorcore

[verse 2]
they said to me like it was a bad thing
now i got ’em wishin’ they could wake up from a bad dream
darkflow running through my veins no vaccine
make ’em all bleed is a mess that you can’t clean
all these rappers hatin’ i’m creatin’ what they can’t see
doesn’t matter if you fallin’ off because you have me
everybody wanna ride along like i’m a taxi
i let ’em, got a couple dead bodies in my back seat
the k!ll machine is all mobile now
and no hatin’ artist gonna hold astound
that open mouth will get a d-ck in it
until it’s disfigured, i’m all sorts of foul
it’s up to my clique now to sort ’em out
so torturous when they force the style
i was born for this, byp-ssed any metamorphosis
straight tore sh-t down
try to f-ck around with donnie b-tch you’ll get your neck snapped
makin’ money like i’m walter white with a meth lab
try to make it outta here alive i bet you just can’t
get stabbed all up in your head and your neck man
next chance that i get i’mma k!ll again man
friends can get it too, promise it, they can’t, man
leave ’em in a deep hole chopped in a glad bag
locked in the trash can, looking like a madman
who are you to say grew is slippin’
nothing but a crew full of stupid b-tches
i don’t owe you sh-t, you little broke -ss snitch
fakin’ like your record label making loot from business
we all know the truth, you ain’t movin’ this
in the magazines, all up in the news and sh-t
they don’t play your music cause they hate your music
so this fame you’re using is some useless sh-t

[hook]

[outro]
it’s been a long time
i’ts been over a year since i gave you some new grewsum sh-t
now it’s finally time to get things going the right way
this is gr-ss roots volume five and i’m mr. horrorcore

- grewsum lyrics

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