G.R.E.Y.G.O.D.S.

"When there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth" We smoke off the ink We get blowed off the ink We get fucked up We takin' them hard pulls Where da bud at? Where da bud at? We smoke off the ink We get blowed off the ink We get fucked up We takin' them hard pulls Where da bud at? Sittin' in a circle as we're praying to the wicked one Flames arise, a busta 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 Lightning strikes in front of my feet I believe I'm the demon that bleeds in the color of grey, aye Winter is coming, I summon the flames, aye Summer is gone, I'm no longer Yung Plague, aye Noose and a blade, aye Lucifer's slave, aye Choosin' the day I'll be loose in the grave, aye 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 Shoot that bitch right in his neck like executing Clay Morrow Then I stumble and I walk to go and grab me a shovel Yung Jax Teller, and the concrete's my jungle Smuggle a fuckboy to sacrifice into rubble Tunnel vision to murder with grey walls cavin' in Crumble 'till I'm unheard of, the resurrection begins (Welcome to the land of 6,000 degrees Feel the ferocity of fire burnin' for eternity) We smoke off the ink We get blowed off the ink We get fucked up We takin' them hard pulls Where da bud at? Where da bud at? We smoke off the ink We get blowed off the ink We get fucked up We takin' them hard pulls --- G.R.E.Y.G.O.D.S. - $uicideBoy$ and Ramirez