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Saliva Grey
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Creepin' through the cut Never see the sun Runnin with the muts Leave these fangs in your guts Bust another nut Cyber loadin up Came up in the cold, hard drive made of rust Melted your skull with this static I spin around with the planets, and satellites in alignment Leavin em all in a panic Leakin oil, i'm damaged I been birthed up outta mechanics Hack into the unknown, where my data been stranded Grabbing a dutch Roll that mothafucka Finna roll another cause it ain't enough Grip on my nuts Rippin my eyes out my head one by one cause I don't give a fuck Creepin in the back with a G3 Droppin at the labs Finna get myself a three piece, repeat John Cena how no one can see me Bro on the cavs, ain't nobody gonna beat me Pussy motherfucker, finna lick em like a sucker Fill em with the venom They gon end up in the gutter Fuckin with the gang, get stained gotta scrub em Run up on the Grey, get stone cold stunner One body, what? Two bodies, what? Three homicides, see the cops, say what? Four in the blunt, five and in slump Six hollow shells from the Kel get slugged We creep underground like the TMNT Try to move with a shredder Get cut with a beam All my niggas got merry go rounds On the hip so you already know that They spin for the team You could get split Sleeping in piss Don't need a plumber to know I'm the shit I got dogs in the pin and hell hounds in the pit So I don't need a breeder to know you a bitch Betta watch yo mouth when you speak to me I like to hang out where the muhfuckin weepers be Don't fall asleep Cause ima be up in ya dreams To fuck you up I love it when you think of me Bitch Get left in a ditch I like how you scream I'm enjoyin the pitch As soon as you twitch I'm knockin yo shit back You a snitch And we gotta fix that Forty the wicked, the clip knock yo top off Spin round the coffin To prove that his block soft Hop out the dungeon my ghosts on me often I haunt em, he scared make his jaw lock Smokin these muhfuckas Lost in the mix, seen em choke He get left in his coffin I broke em His soul suffers Hop out the crypts, rip the veins, out the mud on em often I'm rotten and bone covered