G.R.E.N.A.D.E

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I don't know if I control
All the voices in my soul
Handgrenades and steel tip poles
Put bulletholes in designer clothes
F*ck you and the clique that you came with
F*ck you and all of your fake shit
F*ck you, need no rigged conversations
No luck, kick him out of his fake shit
You ain't really crazy
You ain't really crazy
Keep on talking like that
And you won't fucking make it
You ain't really crazy
You ain't really crazy
Mask up
Pop off, until it's fucking jamming
In the pit smoking gases
Paralyzing the masses
With a flick of my wrist
I get your bitch fucking gasping
Ain't got shit
But some weed and a ton of bad habits
Light it up
Trunk in the front
F*ck
I'm still manic
Bitch boy, we run it
Come on and tell me something
About the bills that you've been making
Start to seem like you've been flaunting
U-N-L-K-Y-1-3
Means atleast triple the beat
G-R-E-N-A-D-E
Drop it of on your feet
Body parts in the sky
Feel like a new sinner
Grin in the cut
I paint a new picture
Blo-blo-blood red eyes and a new cleaver
Melody of the end
I'm fucking Hans Zimmer
I don't know if I control
All the voices in my soul
Handgrenades and steel tip poles
Put bulletholes in designer clothes

Hold up look at me throwing nades at foes like it's a pokéball
You know that I am coming for you when you see the bodies fall
All crazy with that energy while leaving scars right on their souls
I blow shit up and never stop like I'm in need of adderall
Born in a blaze, yeah it all feels amazing
Hopes going to fade when the sparks gon' embrace you
Look who you're facing, watch who you're chasing
Come with the hate, I don't care, it's the same shit
G-R-E-N-A-D-E's
Will cut their life expectancies
And leave them all deceased
And leave them all deceased
Put them all in misery
'Cause I don't have no empathy
And leave them all deceased
And leave them all deceased
Knock, knock
Like who the f*ck is that
You see the curses on his neck
Don't look in his eyes or you feel dread
Bullets gonna fly and you see me
Blow shit up
See me blow shit up
See me blow shit up
See me blow shit up
See me blow shit up
Split the earth in two
I'ma f*ck them up
And send them to the moon
I don't know if I control
All the voices in my soul
Handgrenades and steal tip poles
Bulletholes in designer clothes

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