Dead Conversations

[Intro: GrewSum]
The Talk Shit Avenger Mixtape

[Verse: GrewSum]
I'm a rockstar mixed with a talent of a rap star
Ain't no reason that I need to act hard
Pile up the bodies in my back yard, that's raw
Killin' everybody when I need to get money
And then I gut a motherfucker when I need to get nutty
It might be your buddy, we study everything that we bloody
It's ugly when we dump the body in a puddle, it's muddy
And then move, on to the next
Blow like a C4 bomb in the flesh
Eight inch blade put it all in your neck
If I need little help then I call up tcefnI
Yeah, and they'll be there in a minute to finish, diminishin'
The little man, hitting him wicked with a sickle and sticking 'em
In the middle of the Adam, and slashin' em with a passion of a savage and then baggin' 'em up
I'ma kill anybody that contests
Got a new outfit, baby all flesh
Use a fuckin’ shinbone for an arm rest
I'ma grind 'til the day I'm in a calm rest
And they decease the beast for killin' the weak
Release when I'm feelin' the beat, the feaster need the meat
Beat drillin' 'em deep with heat to keep the cheese
With the villains in me and then march

[Chorus: GrewSum]
They see me rollin' stolen whips and conversatin' with the dead
Lot's of liquor, bottles pop 'em, take 'em to the head
White T might need bleach to cover up the spots of red
That came up out your head, that came up out ya
They see me rollin' stolen whips and conversatin' with the dead
Lot's of liquor, bottles pop 'em, take 'em to the head
White T might need bleach to cover up the spots of red
That came up out your head, that came up out ya head