GrewSum - Dead Conversations lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm a rockstar mixed with a talent of a rap star Ain't no reason that I need to act hard Pile up the bodies in my back yard, that's raw k**in' everybody when I need to get money And I gut a motherf**er when I need to get naughty It might be a buddy, we study everything that we bloody It's ugly when we dump the body in a puddle, it's muddy And then move, on to the next Blow like a C4 bomb in the flesh Eight inch blade put all in your neck Cause if I need little help then I call up a (infect) And they'll be there in a minute to finish, diminishin' A little man hit in the wig with a sickle and sickin 'em In the middle of the adam, and slashin' em with a pa**ion of savage And then baggin' em up I'mma k** anybody that contest Got a new outfit, baby all flesh Use a f**in' shinbone for an arm rest I'mma grind to the day I'm gonna calm rest And they decease the beast for k**in' the weak Release when I'm feelin' the beat, the feast to need Then me be drillin' them deep, with heat to keep the cheese With the villains in me and then march [Hook x2] They see me rollin' stolen Whips and conversatin' with the dead Lot's of liquor, bottles pop em, take em to the head White T might need bleach to cover up the spots of red They came up out your head, they came up out ya