Grey Magic

G-R-E-Y-G-O-D-S

Yes, that is the clique

I'm grey to the day I die

Bitch, I be that Christian resistor

Blood spiller, cup filler, come hither

Meet the sharp side of my knife, become the blood dripper

Cunt splitter, blunt ripper, never front bitch

I unleash the fuckin' clipper

Pistol gripper, bitch dipper

The devil motivate me, bitch, I see him everyday up in the mirror

211, 187, break yourself or go to heaven

Step in to the depths of hell

The devil is the lovely reverend

Triple six up in my veins, $uicide lays in my vision

Burnin' down the graceful church and cursin' all of Mary's children

Rose up from the burnin' flames

Now look me straight into my eyes

Fuckin' with the G59, I promise this is your demise

Head inside, unleash my bodies

Hangin' from a tree

Fuckin' with the devil's son

I be the hellish entity

Run my fade, man, what it do?

Sneaky creepin' in the night, lurkin' close to you

I know you hear my axe scrapin' as I tread the ground

Start to lockin' up your doors when I roll in town

Keepin' a couple pills up in my system

Pullin' up, screamin', "Who gon' be my victim?"

Shoot the red bone as I light up the torch

Blood on my chevy, all from this foe

Could'a been you

But I quick scoped

Wonderin' ho, a-who the fuck you?

Just a lil' bitch who gon' fuck up my mood