Deveraux
I know that my mind is haunted
But sometimes I just like to flaunt it
Call the demons up out the dark like, "Hey, sis
Let's let the evil inside me destroy shit."
I say, "Boo." You got nothing but them boo-hoo's
What you gonna do when my homies come and run through?
Hit you with that one, two, G-R-I-M is the letters
You don't know me but soon nobody be better
Grimmtorious with dark words so glorious
I've been here for a minute but you been ignoring us
Hot fire, got it lit up
You know we 'bout to bust
Fashion game on lock, I be looking so marvelous
Masks cover up the evil, looking anonymous
Not a mean guy but this murder shit a part of us
Dragging bodies up out the mud, just me and my buds
Be killing in cold blood, hear an attic a-thud
Best start looking up under the bed
Sleepy Hollow style, wake up without your head
Wait
Can you wake up without a head?
You'd be dead
Drag you in the alley, let the maggots get fed
Grim-motherfucking-BB for Brutal
Skull bowls up in the cupboard for eating noodles
Mixed with some medulla oblongata
Blood in my sriracha makes the sauce a little hotter
I know that my mind is haunted
But sometimes I just like to flaunt it
Call the demons up out the dark like, "Hey, sis
Let's let the evil inside me destroy
Shit." I know that my mind is haunted
But sometimes I just like to flaunt it
Call the demons up out the dark like, "Hey, sis
Let's let the evil inside me destroy shit
" Sometimes I wake up and see shit
Dark clouds in my room but I ignore it
Close my eyes and still I can see it
Crawl inside my body, take over, I like it
Who am I really?
So indecisive
Cut open the flesh, watch them become so lifeless
Watch myself deal with my identity crisis
So priceless, in silence I'm a virus
I'm a virus who survives on violence
Drown my inner voice and now I'm spiraling
Spirits inside writing rhymes so timeless
For a moment I let the quietness decide shit
I got moments I don't know who's in my brain talking
They like, "Yo, Grim, you a dead man walking."
Only place I don't hear 'em is inside my coffin
Often feel like I'm rotting, evil ain't stopping
So if you catch yourself talking to another voice
With no choice but to stop all this new noise
Grab some sharp toys, it's time to rejoice
'Cause soon your reality is gonna be destroyed