I'll organize a snuff film
Then watch the cinema reel clip
Bunch of actors with fake props I'll send em' a real clip
You'll be on a permanent field trip burner concealed it
Razor have your face on some Seal shit
The doves is listening
Feathered down pillows to muffle the snub edition
So no blood a touch the ceiling
Grey hoodie with shells loaded deluxe edition
That just mean a few extra clips for the gun I'm gripping
You know I passed by you if the breeze shifted
Every time I walk I get a speed ticket
I dream cryptic my chi different
Knew I was gifted when I played hop scotch and all the trees lifted
Fitted low, body snatcher the give and go
I kick the door, throw your bitch's body
Through the Vizio then slit her throat
Grab the cord of the Mic
Tie son Then I pull it till it's tight that's a Riddick Bowe
Talk to me less, you bother me yes
You partially deaf, my armory you formerly met
I ought to leave your arteries stretched
For that trash talk, now in garbage he rest
Prescription bottle size bullets call the Pharmacy Techs
That country f*ck tripping then his whole farm a see techs
Your daughter be next
If we ain't cross paths yet you remarkably blessed
Split personality
If it was beef and you died I'm still dissing you
I'll send a link of the track to your family members missing you
Your son I'll make him listen too
Put a iPod under his pillow
With that song on repeat for his first missing tooth this bitch confused
I'm on your heels better click your shoes
I know this Coward lion so them cans is on his children too
Bed time stories Dr Seuss's pages skipping through
I let em' meet Thing One and Thing Two then his wig get blue
I speak in code I peep behavior
You's a snake in nature parseltounge
You'll gargle guns if I'm to page a favor
Lakes with gators everglades swamp bed
He won't make the papers smorgasbord
Get tortured first swallow a plate of razors
It's safe to say your fates wrote
Surprise Motherf*cker
You and James Doakes is in the same boat
The whole house a fire if my chain broke, Dexter Morgan
The teks escorting you off of my Stage Coach, four wielded
Gripz - Snuff Film Lyrics
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I'll organize a snuff film
Then watch the cinema reel clip
Bunch of actors with fake props I'll send em' a real clip
You'll be on a permanent field trip burner concealed it
Razor have your face on some Seal shit
The doves is listening
Feathered down pillows to muffle the snub edition
So no blood a touch the ceiling
Grey hoodie with shells loaded deluxe edition
That just mean a few extra clips for the gun I'm gripping
You know I passed by you if the breeze shifted
Every time I walk I get a speed ticket
I dream cryptic my chi different
Knew I was gifted when I played hop scotch and all the trees lifted
Fitted low, body snatcher the give and go
I kick the door, throw your bitch's body
Through the Vizio then slit her throat
Grab the cord of the Mic
Tie son Then I pull it till it's tight that's a Riddick Bowe
Talk to me less, you bother me yes
You partially deaf, my armory you formerly met
I ought to leave your arteries stretched
For that trash talk, now in garbage he rest
Prescription bottle size bullets call the Pharmacy Techs
That country f*ck tripping then his whole farm a see techs
Your daughter be next
If we ain't cross paths yet you remarkably blessed
Split personality
If it was beef and you died I'm still dissing you
I'll send a link of the track to your family members missing you
Your son I'll make him listen too
Put a iPod under his pillow
With that song on repeat for his first missing tooth this bitch confused
I'm on your heels better click your shoes
I know this Coward lion so them cans is on his children too
Bed time stories Dr Seuss's pages skipping through
I let em' meet Thing One and Thing Two then his wig get blue
I speak in code I peep behavior
You's a snake in nature parseltounge
You'll gargle guns if I'm to page a favor
Lakes with gators everglades swamp bed
He won't make the papers smorgasbord
Get tortured first swallow a plate of razors
It's safe to say your fates wrote
Surprise Motherf*cker
You and James Doakes is in the same boat
The whole house a fire if my chain broke, Dexter Morgan
The teks escorting you off of my Stage Coach, four wielded
Then watch the cinema reel clip
Bunch of actors with fake props I'll send em' a real clip
You'll be on a permanent field trip burner concealed it
Razor have your face on some Seal shit
The doves is listening
Feathered down pillows to muffle the snub edition
So no blood a touch the ceiling
Grey hoodie with shells loaded deluxe edition
That just mean a few extra clips for the gun I'm gripping
You know I passed by you if the breeze shifted
Every time I walk I get a speed ticket
I dream cryptic my chi different
Knew I was gifted when I played hop scotch and all the trees lifted
Fitted low, body snatcher the give and go
I kick the door, throw your bitch's body
Through the Vizio then slit her throat
Grab the cord of the Mic
Tie son Then I pull it till it's tight that's a Riddick Bowe
Talk to me less, you bother me yes
You partially deaf, my armory you formerly met
I ought to leave your arteries stretched
For that trash talk, now in garbage he rest
Prescription bottle size bullets call the Pharmacy Techs
That country f*ck tripping then his whole farm a see techs
Your daughter be next
If we ain't cross paths yet you remarkably blessed
Split personality
If it was beef and you died I'm still dissing you
I'll send a link of the track to your family members missing you
Your son I'll make him listen too
Put a iPod under his pillow
With that song on repeat for his first missing tooth this bitch confused
I'm on your heels better click your shoes
I know this Coward lion so them cans is on his children too
Bed time stories Dr Seuss's pages skipping through
I let em' meet Thing One and Thing Two then his wig get blue
I speak in code I peep behavior
You's a snake in nature parseltounge
You'll gargle guns if I'm to page a favor
Lakes with gators everglades swamp bed
He won't make the papers smorgasbord
Get tortured first swallow a plate of razors
It's safe to say your fates wrote
Surprise Motherf*cker
You and James Doakes is in the same boat
The whole house a fire if my chain broke, Dexter Morgan
The teks escorting you off of my Stage Coach, four wielded
Writer: Luis Guerrero
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