[Intro: Grewsum]
You lookin' in the eyes of a certified (killer!)
Tie you up we goin' for a ride now (killer!)
Ice picks all up in ya eyes now (killer!)
I'm takin your fuckin' life like a prize now (winner!)
[Verse 1: Grewsum]
Push you off the ledge if you standin' too close
What I do most is to shove a weapon through clothes
Murder's what I'm reppin' cause I steady do those
No guessin' if I'm 'bout to leave you dead cause (you know)
Wicked shit cause I'm sick, damn it
No Sicktanick, though I throw a brick at him
Leave his shit shattered
You deserve a better sick rapper scene
So I lay it on thick with the lit gasoline
Shred your skin to ribbons and then stitch ya back shut
Either that or keep it and I make a sack lunch
So act up, if you really wanna get hacked up
Been a long time since I was out of line (but I'm back bruh)
[Chorus: Grewsum]
Got a body in the backseat twitchin' like a seizure in a puddle of piss
Fuck around and you could be the body in my backseat baby, with the duct tape over yo lips
Settle down
Machete out when the sun goes down
And I'm runnin' round hackin' up shit
You don't wanna know what I'm thinking
You don't wanna know what I'm thinking
Settle down
[Post-Chorus 1: Grewsum]
You lookin' in the eyes of a certified (killer!)
Tie you up we goin' for a ride now (killer!)
Heroin needles up in your eyes now (killer!)
And your meat is something I'm 'bout to fry now (dinner!)
[Verse 2: Grewsum]
That Brotha Lynch diet you should try it, it's delicious
Puttin' you in the fire you dyin' tonight bitches
Slicin' your face off applying some nice stitches
Outta my mind trying to show you all my vision
If the king of horrorcore is Loke
Then me, I'm like the vice or something
Knife you up and gore your throat
You should really try it 'cause it's nice to hear them moan and choke
Dying isn't fun when silent
I've been overdosing slow
Violent tonight
I'm slicing dicing, make an open hole
Maggots up inside it
I'm excited you were home alone
I wasn't invited
I'm inside though when you know I'm close
Go ahead and close your eyelids
I'm about to go for broke and show you where the corpses go
[Chorus: Grewsum]
Got a body in the backseat twitchin' like a seizure in a puddle of piss
Fuck around and you could be the body in my backseat baby, with the duct tape over yo lips
Settle down
Machete out when the sun goes down
And I'm runnin' round hackin' up shit
You don't wanna know what I'm thinking
You don't wanna know what I'm thinking
Settle down
[Post-Chorus 2: Grewsum]
You lookin in the eyes of a certified (killer!)
Tie you up we goin for a ride now (killer!)
Stupid contacts in your eyes now (killer!)
Lookin like Mike at the end of the video (thriller!)
[Verse 3: Grewsum]
Oh you so scary in your sticky fake blood
With your silly make up
This is really great stuff
You can get your face bludgeoned
Cause it really ain't nothing to
Razor blade stomachs 'til your innards straight gush
Say hello, in fact, Donnie Darkflow is back
Thank your lucky stars I'm armed and strapping on my goalie mask
About to blood soak an axe in a wack rappers back
Swingin' it on cats who slip and wandered through my habitat
"Yea I'ma do this last part like he
Ain't nobody killin' shit like we
Yeah, I'm about to make a move"
Somebody tell that asshole that he's rapping like a douche, bleh
[Chorus: Grewsum]
Got a body in the backseat twitchin' like a seizure in a puddle of piss
Fuck around and you could be the body in my backseat baby, with the duct tape over yo lips
Settle down
Machete out when the sun goes down
And I'm runnin' round hackin' up shit
You don't wanna know what I'm thinking
You don't wanna know what I'm thinking
Settle down
[Outro: Grewsum]
Yeah, I didn't get in this rap game to be fucking buddies with all the rappers. I'm not out here trying to network, I'm not out here trying blow up. I'm in this studio to do the right thing for my fans, and the right thing to do for my fans is to rip you a new asshole if you can't make any fucking good music. Step your game up