INSTANT HOMICIDE

[Verse 1: GrewSum]
Born a killer and no one iller with a sharp blade on 'em
’Bout to carve up dinner
Carnivore and it's hard for your life to go on when you're my type I want
It’s a thing that I'm used to, evil and brutal
One bop, knock all the cheese out your strudles
Swinging at Jesus Christ, she's got a booboo
Stand until you gon' be bleeding when Grew move
Obviously I'm the best in the scene, I mean that, there's no contest
Oh, I got you all upset
Well that's on you 'cause I would never call you threats
Unless you can grow back an all new neck
I would watch how you movе, you don’t want Grew vexed
Got it all misconstruеd, I chew flesh
Dip it in the blood first like a fondue set
In a minute I’ma get 'em
Leave and never let ’em, I don't let up
Not a shred of them is left, I guess I'm just obsessed with death and bedlam
Sever every head, collect 'em in my bed
I set ’em then I pet 'em
Still I'm feeling deader than 'em
Bet I'll never get to heaven
I'm cool with it though, gore image
Cool gimmick, new kicks and a smooth vintage old school wicked sound tuned in when I move with it
I'm too vicious, these new kids and they crew slipping, I'll soon fix it
Crude, vicious, and ludicrous
I do the shit you knew the shit I can't

[Chorus: GrewSum]
Let that drama slide
Nope, I guess you wanna die
Nineteen-eighties modernized
This that instant homicide
I'm gon' chop tonight
Blade homemade and modified
Nineteen-eighties modernized
This that instant homicide
Let that drama slide
Nope, I guess you wanna die
Nineteen-eighties modernized
This that instant homicide
I'm gon' chop tonight
Blade homemade and modified
Nineteen-eighties modernized
This that instant homicide

[Verse 2: GrewSum]
This that instant homicide
Nineteen-eighties modernized
Slit that bitch-asses throat
You know I seem crazy all the time
No time off when I'm off my meds
Yo head 'bout to fly off
Blood drenched everything like a high gloss
Soaked right through my shirt, need to dry off
Get a towel, I'm a small-town killer
Really, you don't want it with 'em if I all-out hit you
You want just fall down, you get hauled out in a black bag
That's sad that you called out this one
Wasn't even that mad but I just straight snapped
Donnie Darkflow's back 'bout to stack up the victims
Get dumb, if you see me then just run
Peel tongues, I ain't stopping at just one
Homicidal, I'm your idol
I know I make it look good, I don't try to
Leave a weapon lodged inside you
I'm psycho but don't think I don't like you
Got a mind to hunt and find you
Little punk ass rappers who front on my crew
Fuck you up and cut and slice you
Rob your house and fuck your wife too
No limits to my skull sickness
Killed the bitch and left no witness
So interest your gore
It's his whole sole intent and goal in this
It's a cold business, I know this shit
I've grown with it and I'll soon fix it
Crude, vicious, and ludicrous
I do the shit you knew the shit I can't

[Chorus: GrewSum]
Let that drama slide
Nope, I guess you wanna die
Nineteen-eighties modernized
This that instant homicide
I'm gon' chop tonight
Blade homemade and modified
Nineteen-eighties modernized
This that instant homicide
Let that drama slide
Nope, I guess you wanna die
Nineteen-eighties modernized
This that instant homicide
I'm gon' chop tonight
Blade homemade and modified
Nineteen-eighties modernized
This that instant homicide