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lirik lagu some kind of hell – mr. grey

[intro: mr. grey]
mr. grey, psyluss, the motherf*cking butcher, bones almighty, kao and clockworc
hugh

[verse 1: mr. grey]
one of the f*cked up day
and it’s looking grey
fresh out the psych ward ready to play
limp from bleeding
i’m a demon seething
devour flesh like a piranha feeding
i eat ’em up like a cannibal at lunch
stomach f*cked up i can’t feel ’em at a touch
i sleep under the weeping willow
with a pistol underneath my pillow
dreams of hollow tipped slugs
cremations and banging a s*xy widow
grab the b*tch by the throat
f*ck a suicide note
that’s all that she wrote
hold the world for ransom
cause it’s mister niceguy with a mind of charles manson
[courage, sell your heads into text?]
in the dead chalk outline
in the river red
[verse 2: psyluss]
working tip
serpent shirley is worthless
her servant i’m under that stain to the shame
i’m werewolf but only for a thought in a dream
and it seems she sings as a last bred debt now
angel is bleeding
and i’ve been repeating (x2)
a bottle is a rock that is tied to my feet
and i can’t sleep
cause insomnia’s defeating the cousin of her corpse
dead body on a mattress
cold fingertips with an icier grip
and the eyes are sh*t
a gaze to the dead is what cuts in slow
holds me down screaming let me go (let me go)
praying to a god that i never held belief for
staying for the honor that i’m so for and need for
just for the moment i hope i’m not haunted
it’s only a moment of life i’ve been promised

[verse 3: the butcher]
seven duel skylords slicing through the night like a seven foot shark
i’m waiting in the backyard right where you park (where you park?)
and the dogs can’t bark
cause i already mauled them
right before i rolled them
pulled the plug on a sensor light
now it’s nosebleed seats
ain’t n0body gonna see
the lock and the key
i’m in the bushes by the tree
it’s the butcher baby
my left eye lazy
every time i drink too much
came from the wrong car crash measure blood and guts (blood and guts)
scars and cuts
watch horror movies while i’m eating my lunch
and h*ll yeah i got mood swings
so watch the f*ck out when my mood change
mind*state deranged
gone
[hook: mr. grey] (x2)
most of the time
i say to myself
it sees in my mind with some kind of h*ll

[verse 4: bones almighty]
i’m asking mo’
next to blow
extra cold
b*tch i go
your n*gga knew dirt like a 4 by 4
when it’s time for traction
guess it’s time for action
headed for the wind when it’s time for smashing
skin a b*tch n*gga in the name of fashion
haul ’em all off in the name of traffic
you know how i do it like a psycho laughing
f*cking madman i am my dad man
the f*ck’d you expect
i’m coming for your neck
now cut me a check or get hit with a tech
the ill sh*t n*gga and we coming correct
certified temper that i’m sure you remember
when it comes to the street i eat beginners for dinner
an afterward winner and occasional sinner
the strong survive and the rest get injured
[verse 5: kao]
slow motion to wrote
and i’m running in the belly n*gga
four way out one way payout
layout
i’m on the concrete
down to the ground
smile to a frown
leave you sipping on crown, whiskey
i was gone i was tipsy
bad decisions i was making last night
smoke weed, sniff coke, i was passing time
getting head on the freeway face and drive
pacing lines
so my brat match the tempo
cut off heads
call it suicide limbo
random thoughts i’mma motherf*cking psycho
i don’t go in your dreams and your nightmares
scared hoes, bats and demons into black air
right here
today you choose
cry tears only matters to you
if your life worth living wind up be on the news

[verse 6: clockworc]
been living in it for a little too long my
gone vision in a puddle of waste
taste i can’t take
embrace the rat race
least i run free through time and sp*ce
showdown the road of high codes
potholes open up and begging me to come on home
h*ll’s what i’d make it, i’d make it all mine
still steady shopping till my ends need prime
ink and eb
come and see me
prime [???] pay for an unseen fee
so my so for a shot in the key
sew the f*cker back for a shot to the t**th
bleed, i dare you
bloodl*st son that none can compare to
splitting my tongue
split some to share too
you
and here’s a gift from me
run motherf*cker and i fling release

[hook: mr. grey] (x2)
most of the time
i say to myself
it sees in my mind with some kind of h*ll

- mr grey

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