Some Kind of Hell

Lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Grey] Mr. Grey, Psyluss, The motherfucking Butcher, Bones Almighty, Kao and ClockworC Hugh [Verse 1: Mr. Grey] One of the fucked 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 fucked 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 sexy widow Grab the bitch by the throat Fuck 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 shit 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 nobody 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 hell yeah I got mood swings So watch the fuck 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 hell [Verse 4: Bones Almighty] I'm asking mo' Next to blow Extra cold Bitch I go Your nigga 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 bitch nigga in the name of fashion Haul 'em all off in the name of traffic You know how I do it like a psycho laughing Fucking madman I am my dad man The fuck'd you expect I'm coming for your neck Now cut me a check or get hit with a tech The ill shit nigga 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 nigga 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 motherfucking 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 space Showdown the road of high codes Potholes open up and begging me to come on home Hell'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 fucker back for a shot to the teeth Bleed, I dare you Bloodlust son that none can compare to Splitting my tongue Split some to share too You And here's a gift from me Run motherfucker 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 hell