G.R.E.Y.G.O.D.S. (2015)

Lyrics

[Intro: Ken Foree, Playa Fly & Lord Infamous] When there is no more room in Hell, the dead will walk the earth Now you see me smilin', lookin' wild and got a loced out face Suckers think they close to me, deep inside, I feel disgrace Smokin' the ink, we get blowed off the ink We get fucked up, we takin' them hard pulls Now you see me smilin', lookin' wild and got a loced out face Where the bud at? Lookin' wild, got a loced out face Where the bud at? Smokin' the ink, we get blowed off the ink We get fucked up, we takin' them hard pulls Where the bud at? [Verse 1: Ramirez] Sittin' in a circle as we're praying to the wicked one Flames arise, a buster cries, and everybody starts to run Lookin' at the devil in his eyes, don't be surprised Everybody in this bitch, will die by the night [Verse 2: Yung Plague] Light-lightning strikes in front of my feet I believe I'm the demon that bleeds in the color of grey (Ayy) Winter is comin', I summon the flames (Ayy) Summer is gone, I'm no longer Yung Plague (Ayy) Noose and a blade (Ayy), Lucifer's slave (Ayy) Choosin' the day I'll be loose in the gra-ave (Ayy) Slay-slay the sheep that pull wool over my eyes Creep in the dark, I'm a shark in disguise Park it in drive, jump out the ride Crucify me on a spike, I will die right by Lucifer's side Bodies in a pile about a mile down the road Got a while 'til it snows Black and white makes the color that I glow Grow in a hole until I become whole [Verse 3: Yung $carecrow] Shoot that bitch right in his neck like executin' Clay Morrow Then I stumble and I walk to go and grab me a shovel Yung-Yung Jax Teller, and the concrete's my jungle Smuggle a fuck boy to sacrifice into rubble Tunnel vision to murder with grey walls cavin' in Crumble 'til I'm unheard of, the resurrection begins [Refrain: Yung $carecrow] Welcome to the land of six thousand degrees Feel the ferocity of fire burnin' for eternity [Outro: Lord Infamous & Playa Fly] Smokin' the ink, we get blowed off the ink We get fucked up, we takin' them hard pulls Now you see me smilin', lookin' wild and got a loced out face Where the bud at? Lookin' wild and got a loced out face Where the bud at? Smokin' the ink, we get blowed off the ink We get fucked up, we takin' them hard pulls Where the bud at?