G.r.e.y.g.o.d.s.

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 fuc*** 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 fuc*** up We takin' them hard pulls Where da bud at Sitting in a circle as we're praying to the wicked one Flames arise, a buster cries and everybody starts to run Looking 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) Choosing 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 f*** boy to sacrifice into rubble Tunnel vision to murder with grey walls caving in Crumble till I'm unheard of the resurrection begins Welcome to the land of 6,000 degrees Feel the ferocity of fire burning for eternity We smoke off the ink We get blowed off the ink We get fuc*** 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 fuc*** up We takin' them hard pulls