Graveyard Productions - Black Magic lyrics

(Verse 1: Lil Grimm) Demons in the night, yes I'm going for my evil ---- -----------I'm cold so I pick up -------- ------------------------------ Evil spirit, catch a spell now it's running through my head --- look up in the sky you'll see what do I see Is it a bird, is it a plane, demons ------- ---------------------------- n***as --- inside of my trunk Red Dog take his body while I start --------- Out there, messed up, about to snort that holy dope Please don't try to run cause I got that infra-red scope Into my motherf**ing dome Told you hoes to leave me alone Quiet n***a in the corner, but I keep my big ----- While I'm in the corner ------------ Slice that ho Looking at me with my f**ing chainsaw ----------------------------- Hi my name is Grim, welcome to my crucifix It is my f**ing graveyard, catch you with no light Quick to k** a n***a with no trigger f**ing sight But I'm kind of f**ed up, and I can't think straight Red Dog help me through this misery because I'm loosing faith Having bad dreams when the clock is midnight Demons grab my back, ease my soul, don't try to fight When my soul rise from the darkness of my graveyard Come along and join with me to a night of ------ Having suicidal thoughts, should I grab my f**ing life Or just pace ---------------------------------- (Verse 2: Red Dog) n***as come to my graveyard, n***as -------------- ------------- drinking liquor why I keep my trigger -------- I don't know so don't ask me why Wicked trick, evil sh**, all at the same time Wicked f**ing crucifix, this n***a creeping to the night With the f**ing gauge on the rage, but I see the light ----------- for me, will I see reality Demons try take my soul, damn I know I feel cold Tore the body, scatter, shatter into pieces just like --- Me and Grim are snatching f**ing head -------------------------- ------------------ from their neck I do this sh** for self-respect When I k** a b**h you know that a n***a got to keep his motherf**ing rep Motherf**ing Glock is co*ked ---------------------------- of f**ing trick Sometimes I think of suicide, just k** myself in bloody --- Take my f**ing balls out there, I lock myself in the closet b**h Reminisce on how I murder n***a, shot em in the dick Enter them n***as --- them demons telling me to go committed these crimes n***as with triggers, them c**aine dealers ------------------ ------- just thinking of homicide mixed with the suicide So I go k** a ----- wa**up Lil Grim (My n***a don't know) Should I go ------ (Just stanging that ho) I stang on the b**h ----------------- -------------------- before I get mad ------------------------ to his head Like I said just before, this n***a must don't know me well And I co*ked the ammo back, the bullets hits your f**ing --- Evil showing me the truth they telling me what's right or wrong Telling me who's about to live and n***as ---- hair and bones Fire in my heart because them n***as try to test me this Head just start a spinorama, shoulders --------- --- he's got my back, --- with that fire sack Grim's is cutting b**hes head, we talking but mostly dead Only with the infra-red, none of them n***as good or bad -------------------------------------------------------- (Verse 3: Lil Grimm) Black Magic, voodoo power Catch a spell of phony tricks Yes I'm kind of crazy since you n***as ------ Step up to a n***a if you wanna see some f**ing sport Yes my graveyard is made for you s**as play hard Yes you f**ing s**as can't -------------------- -------------------------------------- Look into my soul, once again I can't see the light Bad dreams keep my eyes open, demons got my sight Fifteen n***as ready to k**, still trill n***as don't feel The Darkside coming up and you know Lil Grimm ------ So watch your back n***a cause I might take your f**ing soul Everclear up in my system but my blood runs ice cold The tale that you heard of ------------------- Keeping it --- chop the mic, snatch your body cause it's getting deeper (Verse 4: Red Dog) Everytime I close my eyes, the visions --- to my mind Evil thoughts ---- A n***a with a mastermind you never heard a thing like this I'm the type of n***as that will beat you dead upon this b**h 9 millimeter ---, ready to pop and drop these hoes n***a constantly talking junk, mayne these n***as must don't know Demons creeping while I'm sleeping, then I take my f**ing pump Bullets start to drop ------ while I drop these f**ing punks Eighty percent of these n***as are scared Twenty percent of these n***as are dead When I -------------------------- (Verse 5: Lil Grim) One two, come for you Three four, lock your door Five six, crucifix Seven eight, ------- Nine ten, Mac 10, aiming at you and your friend Eleven twelve, meet your d**h (Creepin to my chamber ---------) (Verse 6: Red Dog) That's the definition of a nine with seventeen shots Pop pop pop you get dropped, you get tore right on that block ------------------------------------- Devil sh**, that's my --------------- 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