Something to Say?

Lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Grey] For all you bitch ass rappers You can do one thing Eat a dick You know everybody's got something to say They got some advice for a motherfucker Well hear me out Yeah [Verse 1: Mr. Grey] Well I'mma motherfucking test tube Blended I'll desecrate y'all ranks Napalm Megatron hold a Holocaust for you snakes Roll snake eyes When I call snake eyes I'm liquidating to stay away Snakes alive Split tongue spit venom Spider-man get em Ice cold a Batman nemesis I've been an altar beast since the beginning Genesis Wake up from your grave Are you getting this? Murder meets bliss [Hook: Mr. Grey] Everybody got something to say Walking Dead, empty suits, politicians, prostitutes Now it's back just plenty of hate I got an iron fist I'm bout to punch you in the face [Verse 2: Mr. Grey] A crushing cough deep in your chest Call you [Okadama?] triple bypass Left a mothafucking mess (hahah) I got a switchblade for a tongue When I was born the soundtrack was done by Brotha Lynch Hung The doctor spoke of an exorcist in an urgent matter Started raining blood so I danced up in the splatter Red face put dead shitters in shame The Walking Dead surround me I'm in a survival horror game [Hook: Mr. Grey] Everybody got something to say Walking Dead, empty suits, politicians prostitutes Now it's back just plenty of hate I got an iron fist I'm bout to punch you in the face [Bridge: Mr. Grey] Revenge is best served, well any time really Yeah This is for all you bitch made pussy eating rappers with the cupcake and shit Put your tight pants on boys it's gonna be a long ride (haha) Don't fuck with Grey [Verse 3: Mr. Grey] If you can't feel me you might be up in the closet trying to feel little B Fuck a bitch that want some Gucci Gucci or some Prada I give a chick nada She could cum to suck my dick Grab a Kreayshawn, towel, and some water What happened to hip-hop (I don't know man) Nowadays I look around and see a bunch of copycat zombies These blood sucking motherfuckers drain they brains out Couldn't figure out what they had to do But all they had to do was get used Just songs with no views I do this for those who Slave the grind Fight for dime For real hip-hop heads who respect real rhymes It's like a war-zone and I'mma sniper on my grind [Hook: Mr. Grey] (x2) Everybody got something to say Walking Dead, empty suits, politicians prostitutes Now it's back just plenty of hate I got an iron fist I'm bout to punch you in the face