Grime

[Verse 1: ClockworC]
Grime automaton
Ripping the blinders off
Wait for the paid note of [age you'll?] plot
Thickens I'm sticking to clicking rifles
Sniping pigeons
My head ink ain't taking my digits
Carving 6's in your figment
Imagine that
Pulling that rabbit up outta my hat
Betta pack yo bags and dash
Got in the hole
He got thrown
Get away
Show time and spend your soul
That wascally wabbit is wearing my watch and you're running right after him asking for more
No such lucky
You cuck cuck
I'mma mindfuck you like buttfucks
Here's what you lack what wha wha?
Bet you wish could think fast [scene}
A huh bruh this ain't for no dome fucks trolling
Y'all been living up under a bridge
While I be burning them up and strolling
No condolence I'm molded
Unholy image contorted
I'm roaring shadow in your house of glass you built on sand and snow
And yes it's mеlting and sinking my pill with dust is appealing
Two years [sensity thе grab me a mammy?]
And none of those bitches you thought you were pleasing please
Make like yo dignity and leave
Call me to praise
I'll be turning her a penis
Sweeping you all up off your feet with these

[Hook ClockworC]
This is the death of every sale of yourself in your life
This is the death of pacifism let our fists fly
This is the death of the masters cast a shadow on the night
This is the death of you and the resurrection of grime
Resurrection of grime
This is the death of you (x2)
And the re-sur-rec-tion of grime

[Verse 2: Mr.Grey]
This is a call to arms
Somebody better sound the alarm
Risen from the gutter you bloody wankers been warned
Like the pulse pulsing through my veins
Buried in the center of my planet
Sleep until awoken
Hour weekly verses in my wake
Born and then primate
Never leave the wasteland
But once was a pristine state my clean slate history has changed
Staple landscape looking like the land of honey and bread
Battle up the gods
So I scrape my soul to reshape the soil
Young guns breath of a two-headed dragon
Sick of staying stagnant
Fuck you little maggots
Drag you down the stream
Dispose of you fucking faggots
Phoenix got my fix like I'm taking acid tablets
Third eye open wide
Resurrection of crime and it's grime time
Go-go gadget or you last in line
Horny redefined by what I did with my time
Evolved and paradigm until the world's collide crime

[Hook ClockworC & Mr.Grey]
This is the death of every sale of yourself in your life
This is the death of pacifism let our fists fly
This is the death of the masters cast a shadow on the night
This is the death of you and the resurrection of grime
Resurrection of grime
This is the death of you (x2)
And the re-sur-rec-tion of grime

[Verse 3: ClockworC]
Listening for it now re-clock
Be blaring in your system
Listening close and now my vocal bomb through skulls
Like nitroglycerine
My mission
Never be missionary position
Bury dicking all the fairest bitches in the land
Are laughing grant they wishes hah
McKnots in my pocket are breaking a couple of locks
Never be on pops
Like oh these bars are bland
Mean nothing to me
Fuckery they just for show
Control they think that they had is just remotes that lead to 'lusions oh
There's only one it's me I'm god mode I Kama Sutra world

[Verse 4: Mr. Grey]
Hey dumb-dumbs
Yeah you got all the thumbs
You barking up the wrong tree
Bring pain to your chrome domes
Robots led to the disassembly line
They assembled my ensemble
Take the waters of the jungle while societies grovel
Uprises and crumble
Backed some patience and humble
With some ready to rumble
Solid stares never stone pope
This is the death of everything you'll ever know
I resurrect and remote
Lead you to the catacombs
And change the way the cattle roam

[Hook ClockworC & Mr.Grey]
This is the death of every sale of yourself in your life
This is the death of pacifism let our fists fly
This is the death of the masters cast a shadow on the night
This is the death of you and the resurrection of grime
Resurrection of grime
This is the death of you (x2)
And the re-sur-rec-tion of grime