Something to Say?

[Intro: Mr. Grey]
For all you bitch ass rappers
You can do one thing
Eat a dick
You know everybody's got something to say
They got some advice for a motherfucker
Well hear me out
Yeah

[Verse 1: Mr. Grey]
Well I'mma motherfucking test tube
Blended I'll desecrate y'all ranks
Napalm Megatron hold a Holocaust for you snakes
Roll snake eyes
When I call snake eyes
I'm liquidating to stay away
Snakes alive
Split tongue spit venom
Spider-man get em
Ice cold a Batman nemesis
I've been an altar beast since the beginning Genesis
Wake up from your grave
Are you getting this?
Murder meets bliss

[Hook: Mr. Grey]
Everybody got something to say
Walking Dead, empty suits, politicians, prostitutes
Now it's back just plenty of hate
I got an iron fist
I'm bout to punch you in the face

[Verse 2: Mr. Grey]
A crushing cough deep in your chest
Call you [Okadama?] triple bypass
Left a mothafucking mess (hahah)
I got a switchblade for a tongue
When I was born the soundtrack was done by Brotha Lynch Hung
The doctor spoke of an exorcist in an urgent matter
Started raining blood so I danced up in the splatter
Red face put dead shitters in shame
The Walking Dead surround me
I'm in a survival horror game

[Hook: Mr. Grey]
Everybody got something to say
Walking Dead, empty suits, politicians prostitutes
Now it's back just plenty of hate
I got an iron fist
I'm bout to punch you in the face

[Bridge: Mr. Grey]
Revenge is best served, well any time really
Yeah
This is for all you bitch made pussy eating rappers with the cupcake and shit
Put your tight pants on boys it's gonna be a long ride (haha)
Don't fuck with Grey

[Verse 3: Mr. Grey]
If you can't feel me you might be up in the closet trying to feel little B
Fuck a bitch that want some Gucci Gucci or some Prada
I give a chick nada
She could cum to suck my dick
Grab a Kreayshawn, towel, and some water
What happened to hip-hop (I don't know man)
Nowadays I look around and see a bunch of copycat zombies
These blood sucking motherfuckers drain they brains out
Couldn't figure out what they had to do
But all they had to do was get used
Just songs with no views
I do this for those who
Slave the grind
Fight for dime
For real hip-hop heads who respect real rhymes
It's like a war-zone and I'mma sniper on my grind

[Hook: Mr. Grey] (x2)
Everybody got something to say
Walking Dead, empty suits, politicians prostitutes
Now it's back just plenty of hate
I got an iron fist
I'm bout to punch you in the face