Pointing a Gun In Your Face Lyrics

Fuck the great work this the god work

How you think you fly but still rock mall fur

You was on the gram like mark Walberg

Said you wanna call me, but you aint call first

My whole life I'm just tryna have fun

That ho sag like with the sag in the sun

Put that bitch all in the bag with the gun

One time for the innocent and the fucking dumb

I shit the bitch pants and I shit the bitch bed

Fuck with me fuck that

Fuck fuck fuck

They don't like Gravezone cause its bad

Fuck that shit bitch, I'm your dad

Gravezone with the rain song

Rain dance in the rain like I'm rain man

Far gone with I'm singing in the rain

Run a train on a bum when I'm playing ping pong

You don't want a hockey mask

When its black thoughts

Don't cast no taxes spell

That's blasphemous cause I can't spell

You can fuck right in the shit with the semen

Beaming

Shut the fuck up you need a reason

Sunlight beaming

Arch duke seasoning

Terrorist, treason

I don't need a reason