Mr. Horrorcore

[Verse 1] This mixtape will fuck an album up Now what's up? Drowning in your own blood Down on the ground, die you fuck Mr. Horrorcore 'bout to slice you up Mindless, I don't know where my mind is I'm in a day slicin', never will grace time As your worst enemy life is slippin' away When I am grippin' the blade, stickin' your face Like "haha bitch I'm insane yo" I'm really ok though This is that way cold texas flow Don't ever give it away Make 'em all pay like a fucking arcade A little bit of gold wasn't going our way So I hit them with the flow that will go a long way I don't really wanna know what a couple more days Gonna do to my soul cause I'm killin' on play I'm betting along when you're seeing my way When you're laying in my truck bed, bleeding all day I eat 'em, I'm strange might be the mind frame Of the darkflow oozing and eating my brain So pleased for me to be deeply deranged People speaking to me but they're deep in the grave I can't keep it discreet I'm completely insane When I meet in the meat I just seize in the taste You're now in the presence of an undead legend All the punks that said that I was done Can get it, day one, I was ready off the jump Inflicted everybody with the mission with a fun pandemic Almost ten years later and I'm still straight killin' it Wait for my millin' too designed to this killa shit Hit a couple bumps in the road But the people still fuck with the flow Let 'em know what it really is [Hook x2] Violent pictures more and more Grip that blade and go to war Death is more what you're in for This is Mr. Horrorcore [Verse 2] They said to me like it was a bad thing Now I got 'em wishin' they could wake up from a bad dream Darkflow running through my veins no vaccine Make 'em all bleed is a mess that you can't clean All these rappers hatin' I'm creatin' what they can't see Doesn't matter if you fallin' off because you have me Everybody wanna ride along like I'm a taxi I let 'em, got a couple dead bodies in my back seat The Kill Machine is all mobile now And no hatin' artist gonna hold astound That open mouth will get a dick in it Until it's disfigured, I'm all sorts of foul It's up to my clique now to sort 'em out So torturous when they force the style I was born for this, bypassed any metamorphosis Straight tore shit down Try to fuck around with Donnie bitch you'll get your neck snapped Makin' money like I'm Walter White with a meth lab Try to make it outta here alive I bet you just can't Get stabbed all up in your head and your neck man Next chance that I get I'mma kill again man Friends can get it too, promise it, they can't, man Leave 'em in a deep hole chopped in a glad bag Locked in the trash can, looking like a madman Who are you to say Grew is slippin' Nothing but a crew full of stupid bitches I don't owe you shit, you little broke ass snitch Fakin' like your record label making loot from business We all know the truth, you ain't movin' this In the magazines, all up in the news and shit They don't play your music cause they hate your music So this fame you're using is some useless shit [Hook] [Outro] It's been a long time I'ts been over a year since I gave you some new Grewsum shit Now it's finally time to get things going the right way This is Grass Roots volume five and I'm Mr. Horrorcore