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grim salvo - boysenberry sepsis lyrics

think i don’t give just enough of a f+ck
glow like i’m frozen
my dosage corrupt
flow like a chosen until i combust into nothing but dust
my son, i don’t think you want to press your luck
they gonna go put you in your place with the taste of the rust
old game’s so corrupt
lotta fans gotta fetish for the blood
father figure was a .38
there goes that son of a gun
leading them all astray with disgrace for the next fresh dove
pray for a man who won’t settle
he likes to meddle with all the sh+t that the people peddle
they might pop a little quiеt pill up in his dental
they hope you ain’t got thе potential to let go
and assemble your own end goals
so bleed every last drop of the dream
from the throat of some old goats
no antidote for the soul bloat

b+tches try to hold me by the goatee
on my dome piece
like they own me, own me
i just feed ’em pepperoni on a hoagie till they foamy
back in ’03 i was already og
2014 showed me
i can only proceed in the lonely, as a trophy
think you know me?
you a homie?
get you out my situation with a ceremony
i give grown men nightmares
call me alimony
when you talk all i hear is a dial tone, so phony
tellin’ everyone you eat good but your girl looking bony
feed that b+tch some macaroni
or she’ll find me, low key
looking for a pokey
ride me like a ginuwine pony
while you getting nosey with your cronies
when you find out
i’ll be dead already under 6 feet of concrete
pull up with the motherf+ckin’ blade on my conscience
f+ck the meds in my pocket
imma go off ’em
motherf+ckers ain’t honest
but they really good at shouting
f+ck about the commas?
why they living so shallow?
take a look up at the shadow
i…
woke up today and i ain’t meditate
now all my demons gon’ circle my brain
now all a sudden i hate life
f+ck up out my d+mn sight
hold up for a second
99, saliva, grim are in this b+tch you know we coming with that motherf+ckin’ cemetery flow

smile on my face while i’m grippin’ on the hatchet
pull my hoodie up, like i’m jason get to slashing
choppin’ up they limbs
99 is going batsh+t
east end butcher finna leave your carcass ravaged
99 keep the f+ckin’ knife on the nightstand
ready to take your life in the night like i’m iceman
creeping out of sight
i keep the ratchet in my right hand
painting the walls red
i am the catalyst of violence

- grim salvo lyrics

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