Cursed

[Verse 1: Slaughtamvne]
Grimm and Slaughta grip da choppas
Quick to flip the product
You got a lotta fuckin options how you want me to off ya
Come and get yo wig split wit a motha fuckin hollow tip bitch
When night falls evil lurks and I speak a demons curse
Murder is sure to occur wit blood I write my Fucking verse
Can't handle Getting manic
Attack wit tha Mac in the backpack or
Hack wit a fuckin axe
Yo I’m feelin like the walking dead whatever I say is filled with dread
Fanta turn bloody red demons imbed themselves in my head
Yeah you know I stay blazin that top shelf
Lately ain't feelin like I'm blessed
Ight bet when the cess takеs effect imma rest
Been slumpеd for hours woke to a sour taste like I chugged some vinaigrette
Vision hazy feelin lazy fuck I need a cigarette
Before I grip the Fucking tech bitch I think it’s for the best
Aye it's slaughta

[Verse 2: Grimm Sleeper]
Bang
Ima let me hang
I don't give a fuck I been back on my bullshit
Leaving motherfuckers wet
Following the motion
Of my bullets
The way that they slaughter
Your stomach
I'm banging em, making em rip
Making a stain, then ima dip
Leaving the bodies they burn in the fields
That's after I torture my victim
And summon the curse
Breaking and taking
These fuckers are faking
I don't give a fuck what they saying
I don't give a fuck what they think
I'm making a stain
I’m making it rain in blood
Like Slaughta with the fuckin 187
After the 211
Picking a victim for my clip
Digging yo grave
Rest eternal bitch