Feel Dat

[Intro]
Yeah, uh
Nigga feel that
Yeah, uh
Nigga feel that

[Verse 1: Lil Grimm]
The holy darkness enter the room with doom
Gloom spooky in the night
See my light my deadly Glock will leave you in a bloody spot
Messy Marvin leave 'em in piles
Why I gotta be so hostile
Brought up as a angel child
Now I'm livin' buck wild
You bustas do not hear me, fear me
Everybody claimin' evil
After one nigga left the cornyard they said there wouldn't be no sequel
*Raaah*, we scared you, we back up in the Twilight Zone
Bustas please do take that chance I swear I got my damn tone
Respect is our downfall, God I gotta get that shit
Everybody rappin' "where the fuck through the Cornyard Clique" (Damn)
One day we will make it to the top
No we won't stop
Pow pow watchin' y'all put 'em a holdin' spot sinister minister child of the corn crop
Let me break it down movin' quick, why the fuck y'all flaugin'
Why the fuck y'all all on my dick? Shit

[Chorus]
Uh, nigga feel that (yeah) (biatch)
Yeah, nigga feet that
Uh, yeah
Nigga feel that
Watch yo hoe so nigga feel this

[Verse 2]
I'm hearing voices in my head but I don't know which way to go
A killa is inside of me, tryna find reality
But really I don't give a fuck my mind is twisted schizophrenic
Please don't panic, grab my yawk as I pop it at your head
Goddammit
Poppin' droppin' bodies in a pile when I'm feelin' wild
Creepin' through the dark at night
Graveyard I love the sight
Fall onto my knees as I pray for souls to rise
In the sky as my eyes are red as fire I can't even lie

[Verse 3: Reddog]
Chapters of this ghost writer
There's no writer to this title
Come and worship me my son
Then your soul will be for a
Spirit that post me then told me that I must kill them all
[?]
To show all these niggas there's competition
Now be your witness to this death wish as I strike you twice
You sit back and you visualize your whole life
You tried to change the things you did, right and wrong
Now it's too late, now you're welcome to my graveyard jone

[Outro]
Nigga feel that (biatch)
Nigga feel that
Uh, yeah
Nigga feel that (biatch)
We gon' make it the top (nigga feel that)
Uh, yeah
Nigga feel that
Uh yeah (oh, you playa haters)
And I'm still gonna fuck your hoe
Mothafucka