Graveyard Productions - Grim Reality lyrics

(Verse 1: ?) I look over yonder and what do I see? All of my n***as with Glocks around me Visions of Psalm 23rd in my head Though I walk in the valley with my infra-red Where do you run, where do you hide It's gonna be a homicide n***as laying on the curbs, bodies all in plastic bags Why do I walk away and hit the whips and let my khakis sag They say a life is a terrible thing to waste Do you mind if I stick my hands in your guts and tell you how your intestines tastes n***as think I'm friendly, no I'm not Pop goes the Glock, bystanders get shot You smoking rocks, no I ain't my n***a just reality n***as are constantly asking me, where I put their bodies g Pumping, feeling, the body ------------- How you gonna k** me when I'm already dead Watching head, I guess i'll begin to f**ing slaughter Murdering mothers, fathers, daughters Son of a b**h it's not hard to die Why oh why must I feed you to the flies Higher than the clouds, because I'm out of the atmosphere Pa** the razorblade and bumping Hear my Dear Fear no other man on this planet Having crazy dreams, I'm losing it goddammit I got to hold on to reality because reality got a hold on me (Verse 2: Lil Grimm) Look into my eyes, ------------ He wants me to my skull, you will be trapped into my maze Caught by the reaper so keep a n***a deeper ---------------------------- Creepin on that other level, have you ever met the devil Suicidal ghost writer, bustaz make me use my 7 Digging holes for you b**hes mind -------- Seven bodies dead without the head hung in my garage Having bad dreams so I jump out my bed and snap ------------------------- ------------------ reading all these evil scripts Do you hear that noise I hear Cast a spell you disappear , run into the mystic fog Fall into the yellow brick road where your soul is taken on your bliss It's ice cold, bustaz can you ------ this sh** Mind lurking with the torture Take your body to the ground give it to the vulture The doctors got no medicine, the cure is f**ing panic ------------------------------------ Look up in the sky I'm so glad I cannot see reality got a hold on me since like chi-chi (Verse 3) Lord bless me for every sins I committed Who did the murder who did the murder, I did it Why did I do it, the devil told me so Mommy, daddy, devil don't wanna let me go My neighbors tell me "hey man get a grip" But every time I grab a n***a ------------ But every time I drop a busta down I ask why ----------------------------------------- And maybe it's the dope that got me clicking And maybe it's the coke that got me trippin I don't give a f** I guess I'll let it ----- I go the f** to my car and grab my nickel plated nine Nobody understand, get them demons off of me Reality got a hold on tree, pa** the P