[Intro: GrewSum]

The Talk Shit Avenger Mixtape

[Verse: GrewSum]

I'm a rockstar mixed with a talent of a rap star

Ain't no reason that I need to act hard

Pile up the bodies in my back yard, that's raw

Killin' everybody when I need to get money

And then I gut a motherfucker when I need to get nutty

It might be your buddy, we study everything that we bloody

It's ugly when we dump the body in a puddle, it's muddy

And then move, on to the next

Blow like a C4 bomb in the flesh

Eight inch blade put it all in your neck

If I need little help then I call up tcefnI

Yeah, and they'll be there in a minute to finish, diminishin'

The little man, hitting him wicked with a sickle and sticking 'em

In the middle of the Adam, and slashin' em with a passion of a savage and then baggin' 'em up

I'ma kill anybody that contests

Got a new outfit, baby all flesh

Use a fuckin’ shinbone for an arm rest

I'ma grind 'til the day I'm in a calm rest

And they decease the beast for killin' the weak

Release when I'm feelin' the beat, the feaster need the meat

Beat drillin' 'em deep with heat to keep the cheese

With the villains in me and then march

[Chorus: GrewSum]

They see me rollin' stolen whips and conversatin' with the dead

Lot's of liquor, bottles pop 'em, take 'em to the head

White T might need bleach to cover up the spots of red

That came up out your head, that came up out ya

They see me rollin' stolen whips and conversatin' with the dead

Lot's of liquor, bottles pop 'em, take 'em to the head

White T might need bleach to cover up the spots of red

That came up out your head, that came up out ya head