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kick in the door - mr. grey lyrics

[verse 1: mr. grey]
white boy that y’all had no faith in
a black facial face and i cave ya face in
wardrobe go dumb dumb
the sun soothe syndrome
you, dim*lit dimwits, nicknamed you dim sum
my right hook deliver bl**dy nose bros
straight up your nostril
like fist scale co*co
like vocal t*loco, voodoo decodo
clawing at your vultures no need no vocode

[verse 2: diabolic]
throw you in a chokehold
snapping your neck cause when animals attack with
hacking your flesh with an axe or a hatchet
smashing your chest till your clavicle and your f*cking back intersect
pass me the cess inhaling the dutch smoke
now i’m sitting up on cloud nine from one toke
going buck wild cause the sh*t i just wrote got hoes swallowing my c*ck till the sl*ts choke

[verse 3: c*mob]
i’m blood soaking out on the sh*t that i am on
you’ll die upon and this chest game after crying, mom
rappers claiming they’re big fish i’m leviathon
so f*ck them and the horse they’re riding on
see me riding in a old caprice
rolling deep my attitude is cold as sleet
and i’m on my king sh*t b*tch golden fleece
and i suggest that you pray the lord your soul to keep
[verse 4: wildcard]
try and follow i’m bringing the psychic knowledge
i’m mad cause the bible called me a heathen whose fireballing to h*ll and my rivals all try to k!ll me but it’s more likely you’ll invite me, mr grey and diabolic to your bible college
i am all of the pain that you try to ball up
and bring in to find some solace when all of the skies are falling appalling a mic*aholic whose coming to light you all up like a sniper with cerebral palsy trynna hold his rifle solid

kick in the door

[verse 5: mr. grey]
mothaf*cka i’m cutthroat
line em up like dominos
they all fall down one by one comatose
on my sh*t don’t overdose
tyrant trying know what throws so below i’m eskimo
a sold*out show and the crowd just froze
raising ranting rodeo the badest bull don’t evoke
i ain’t f*cking around folks
i’m fire with no screen of smoke
shoot me or rock me i’m so mothaf*cking dope

[verse 6: diabolic]
now why not soak my foes in propane
throw flames at em burn the whole gang
backslap whack cats sn*tch that gold chain
the illest mothaf*cker from here to spokay
f*ck these no names i’m here with mr. grey
to punch you in the face till our fists decay
whoever got sh*t to say i’ll kick in your door
and i’m fist f*cking your face till your hitting the floor
[verse 7: c*mob]
all you bad apples get split to the core
trust none so i keep a .45th in the drawer
giving d*ck to a wh0re
till she’s dripping and sore
going so hard she’s telling me you ripped it and tore
going ape sh*t
k!lling p*ssies leave em in a waste pit
you can’t compete with c*mob or mr. grey spit
rappers are so tasteless and you know they hate this
so take this
chance to save face and get a facelift

[verse 8: wildcard]
i recall i’m the wolf and the night is calling
i’m throwing my rivals all in a well trynna climb a wall
if they’re praying to christ or allah i’m finding they wife and ball em
then i’m filling up they f*cking holes i ain’t talking stripe or solid
might acknowledge the ciphers that i’m dissolving
i’m feisty inviting all on your face like a lion [moldurb?]
i’m swinging a knife this warless is spitting now spiders crawling
and i’m poisoning your drink mothaf*cka would you like an olive

kick in the door

- mr grey lyrics

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