[written by Grom] I come for you my hollow skull with dust of bones and blood I came for you my silent curse to breath it and destroy. With mask
[written by Grom] I come for you my hollow skull with dust of bones and blood I came for you my silent curse to breath it and destroy. With
murder statement, you fucking with rode rage Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Children of all ages, I pack metal like braces Not for the fingers,
scary you I ain't tryin' to hear you I ain't tryin' to control that nigga in the mirror I'll I'm tryin' to is bark before I fight Before I take you down
you dead in your bed, now I'm ready for a long fuck Necromance that ass for a minute And split that motherfuckin' clique when I'm finished You punk
heart You teach the song of life we take for granted We've given you the key, so you'll unlock the door We're looking through your eyes to another day You
, music is the key Cause the rhythm's gonna get me, music takes me higher Music is my life, music is the key You're my first, you're my last, you are
the low, low sun I'll hold on for the slow turning, smoke if you've got 'em boys This is bottom hiding out, down under the stairs Tomorrow has come like
ice is white you try me I'm a have to hurt you Kingston boy I rep like no other Black, yellow and green I bleed the Jamaican colors The grill is cold
set, type mentality (Blaze) I'll shoot you in the day, like my heater stay on toast And Grundy build a casket for you as soon as you a ghost I got an
I don't like pagers Bionic eye just like Lee Majors When you get me going I be going on for ages Just like a man who waits for ages for his wages
you don't stop (Say it) Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop Ah, yo, I walked into a store I stepped straight to the freezer I
ammunition for a mental war like a missile carrier I'm sick like a kid from somalia, carrying malaria When I rhyme I split razor blades that fix the sound
brief rap speech you attach like a leech Examine when I'm jamming and when I preach Before I'm completed, you will all be deleted You said I sucked, instead I
bed now I'm ready for a long fuck Necromance that ass for a minute And split that motherfuckin click when I'm finished You punk bitches be retreatin Freddy
up Gs wit no doubt don. NAS: I die for my niggas, stick you for pies and lie for my niggas, plead guilty, get the chair, then fry for my niggas, its
