City of Angels

[Hook: Mr. Grey] (x2)
Death come from all different angles
From Frisco to the City of Angels
Face down in the gutter what a sad sight
Fought with your life and you lost the final fight

[Verse 1: Mr. Grey]
All I heard was gunshots
When the gun popped off and time stopped
And then I saw yo body drop
But you stuck yourself up into a sticky situation
Hot raising my face in about this fun topic that you facing
No back to the future I was flooring the Delorean
You stuck in the past like still conversations of historians
I was destined for greatness
I put it on my mama
Now if you wanna pop off with drama
Release the savage in me
I bring the goons
It's Grey Day bеast mode
Mothafucking full moon (howoool)
If you got silver bullets in a piеce
Yo you better pull it
I adapt to my environment
I'm done with the bullshit
My mind grinds full clips
Heavy metal gun spits
One cold blooded son of a bitch
But know this
While all the land balanced on the razor blade
I'm a wolf that's learned to play the Death Angels game

[Hook: Mr. Grey] (x2)
Death come from all different angles
From Frisco to the City of Angels
Face down in the gutter what a sad sight
Fought with your life and you lost the final fight

[Verse 2: ClockworC]
Never be getting my fill of the pie again
But lock so then damn
I will and I willing to kill and will and will
I'm bound to thrill
I'm that indestructible, indispensable thing that you call time
I be kicking eternal rhymes
Clock be ticking inside of yo mind
Ain't a Pollock on the wall and calling music y'all
Use it or we lose it y'all
Choosing to be boozing in the booth a lot
Be shooting me outta ya head
And by the time I'm done son
I'm the last out there ricochet's in your cranium run
To the rhythm of the stampede
I'm a bad beat
Grab me by the seat of my pants and land me
Side by side chasing supernova rover
Come on over whoava wherever heaven
Sit until the left are sober
Two are outta crazed
I seen better days
I paved the way to get back to black
Wonderland a hand if you can
I will not kick it with Pac
Up a the top of thugs mansion man
Glance into the belly of the beast at least I know the flames rain fire if I go ice age
If I say

[Hook: Mr. Grey] (x2)
Death come from all different angles
From Frisco to the City of Angels
Face down in the gutter what a sad sight
Fought with your life and you lost the final fight

[Verse 3: Joe Cutter]
Guns that shoot knives
Paint a portrait so well
Send a nugget down south
That's a warrants card
Tell [Kuh Milligan?] lungs conform to any air factor
I'm hours of entertainment
Tera Patrick on a stair-master
Get the line of your hair slashed up on fear factor
Bareback with a rare rap
Propels you backwards
Shatter no butane
Scatter a news brain
Artistic with two blades
You're too lame
I'm on nerves like tooth pain
SFO to LAX again to flex again
Might kill your next of kin
And curb-stomp you call me Derek Vinyard
Erin Angle's the angels who won't hear your phrases
I'm owe to strip but when it's time to change, faces
Fuckboys get year round black eyes from me
Heisenberg on thin blue ice I skate rightfully
Brain splattered, you won't feel it until the day after
You should have kept it to yourself inside your brain-matter

[Hook: Mr. Grey] (x2)
Death come from all different angles
From Frisco to the City of Angels
Face down in the gutter what a sad sight
Fought with your life and you lost the final fight