CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : DAWN OF THE DEAD
Screaming out loud
And everybody staring
Put the muzzle to ya mouth
Now ya praying out to Mary
Leave ya scared
Feeling unprepared
Vision always red
F**k the rest
Put to in ya chest
F**k up out my head
Sillouette
Walking thru the trench
Soul condemned to death
Watch ya step
Or I'll cut ya neck
And take away ya breath
No repentance
I move ahead
And light a cigarette
Walking deadman
I manifest
And ain’t nobody left
Got my smith and wesson at my side ready to
F**k it up witchou, Ima f**kin continue
Making every f**king problеm you ever had worse
Ima f**k that sh*t up young ying yang finna tiе your neck to a noose
Slim, Grimm, Ronin and SH4RD
We always comin through that hard
F**k with us we'll f**k wit you
You'll taste my bat
Get f**ked up like ya shawty dun
When she saw me yuh
Ain’t nobody left to challenge me for the throne
I'm coming f**kin up these bustas
Until I am alone
I count to three my vision fades away
Black out till I'm here to stay
Take a tab of acid
Split in two
Y'all just some f**kin lames
Grim about to knock you down a notch
And leave you shivering
$lim he chain you up and torture you until you until you conscious fades
Sh4rd gon bleed you out until you motherf**kin pa** away
I will resurrect you loop it we about to play a game
B*t*h get away
You don't wanna come and play
Roll the dice
Get murked
I'm gonna dig you up a grave
Go back to wherever you had came from b*t*h
You ain't got enough skill to be hanging with the team
I'm sick of these hoes
Always thinkin that we bros
Get the f**k out of my DM’s mane
This sh*t is getting old
I know y’all just some clout fiends
Lookin to get a piece of me
Maybe make some music for you ask me to get that sh*t G
Dead man walking
Eyes bloody red
Take a swing from the bat
Open up your f**kin head
You a b*t*h
Why you always talking sh*t
Get my name up out your mouth
For i have to settle this
With the blade
To your neck
Open up the f**kin gash
Seeing red
Thinkin you'll die tonight
Orbit round these b*t*hes like a satellite
Got a short fuse like some dynamite
If you got a problem
Take it up with my blade
Yeah its grimm b*t*h
And everybody staring
Put the muzzle to ya mouth
Now ya praying out to Mary
Leave ya scared
Feeling unprepared
Vision always red
F**k the rest
Put to in ya chest
F**k up out my head
Sillouette
Walking thru the trench
Soul condemned to death
Watch ya step
Or I'll cut ya neck
And take away ya breath
No repentance
I move ahead
And light a cigarette
Walking deadman
I manifest
And ain’t nobody left
Got my smith and wesson at my side ready to
F**k it up witchou, Ima f**kin continue
Making every f**king problеm you ever had worse
Ima f**k that sh*t up young ying yang finna tiе your neck to a noose
Slim, Grimm, Ronin and SH4RD
We always comin through that hard
F**k with us we'll f**k wit you
You'll taste my bat
Get f**ked up like ya shawty dun
When she saw me yuh
Ain’t nobody left to challenge me for the throne
I'm coming f**kin up these bustas
Until I am alone
I count to three my vision fades away
Black out till I'm here to stay
Take a tab of acid
Split in two
Y'all just some f**kin lames
Grim about to knock you down a notch
And leave you shivering
$lim he chain you up and torture you until you until you conscious fades
Sh4rd gon bleed you out until you motherf**kin pa** away
I will resurrect you loop it we about to play a game
B*t*h get away
You don't wanna come and play
Roll the dice
Get murked
I'm gonna dig you up a grave
Go back to wherever you had came from b*t*h
You ain't got enough skill to be hanging with the team
I'm sick of these hoes
Always thinkin that we bros
Get the f**k out of my DM’s mane
This sh*t is getting old
I know y’all just some clout fiends
Lookin to get a piece of me
Maybe make some music for you ask me to get that sh*t G
Dead man walking
Eyes bloody red
Take a swing from the bat
Open up your f**kin head
You a b*t*h
Why you always talking sh*t
Get my name up out your mouth
For i have to settle this
With the blade
To your neck
Open up the f**kin gash
Seeing red
Thinkin you'll die tonight
Orbit round these b*t*hes like a satellite
Got a short fuse like some dynamite
If you got a problem
Take it up with my blade
Yeah its grimm b*t*h
