GOD IS GRIM ft. Zach Tory Lyrics

Yuh, Aye

Aye, Yuh

I feel like Itatchi

All of these scars all over my body

Kissing a Tommy, death of the martyr

Broken and battered with blood on his armor

Constantly sickened with carnage

This militant mixing prescriptions to pardon imprisonment

Darkened in diligence

Slaughtered civilians

Guarding his conscious with coffins and pistol grips

Uh

Goner to grave, God on a stake, Glock to escape

Smile, bitch

I been the same, fucked and deranged, nothing but pained

Child, bitch

Stripping his wings, wished he a king, barrel going to sing

Pawn to his grief

Pondering living a doctor-less demon

Going to' starve for a daughter his onerous Eden

As honor receding he offered his feeling to farther the bleeding

His father been beating him

Started conceiving belief that a needle be peace

Angels going to weep

Dead at his feet

Blessings of greed

Let them be freed

I

Load up a clip to the bones in my pit

Put my hope in a wish as I bite

Bitch

I feel like Itatchi

All of these scars all over my body

Kissing a Tommy, death of the martyr

Broken and battered with blood on his armor

Constantly sickened with carnage

This militant mixing prescriptions to pardon imprisonment

Darkened in diligence

Slaughtered civilians

Guarding his conscious with coffins and pistol grips

Uh

Massacre

Calibers

Hand a hearse

Damn it hurts

Man accursed

Manic bursting

Semi bursting

I'm a burden

Body burning

Body bagging Bonnie's burning bits of body

Kiss my body

Ribs are rotting

Wishes rotten

Where's the Glock at

Where's the Glock at

Shrapnel stuck in his cage

Intoxicated from the pain

Momma hanging up her stains

Body flailing like a flag

Devil preying, imma pray

Medication off a tray

Darker days, darker grays

Darling grave God done gave

12 gauge shotgun shells to face of fucking walking body bags

Uh

GOD IS GRIM

Doctor's slit wrists dripping faster when

Misfits washed out walking in bloodied prints

Bloody Tims bludgeoned kid tonguing grips

Tugging noose never choose loving this fucking bitch

Cold abyss coaxing spit box of shells

I'm compelled I can't tell life from Hell

She put me in a spell

Yeah I fell for the tricks

I can't help myself with the perfume in the air

The crazy thing is I never care

I never needed nobody here

I get the money and double it

Fucking your bitch and she cuddling, running shit

Check her ID she McLoving it, gumming it

Hilfiger all on my belt and my underwear

Tommy has some words to say

Yeah I really earned my wages

Never stopped collecting paper

Yeah it's all facilitated

Inviting your girl and she topping me

Before she even talk to me

No bitch I don't talk police

So get back to slopping me

Sorry I almost missed your call I was too busy in the air

This plane got free Wi-Fi, but my hand was busy with her hair

Spoke to the co-pilot need a co-pilot for the coked pilot sitting inside his chair

Cruising that bitch off of auto pilot doing cartwheels and barrel rolls through the air

I feel like Itatchi

All of these scars all over my body

Kissing a Tommy, death of the martyr

Broken and battered with blood on his armor

Constantly sickened with carnage

This militant mixing prescriptions to pardon imprisonment

Darkened in diligence

Slaughtered civilians

Guarding his conscious with coffins and pistol grips

I feel like Itatchi

All of these scars all over my body

Kissing a Tommy, death of the martyr

Broken and battered with blood on his armor

Constantly sickened with carnage

This militant mixing prescriptions to pardon imprisonment

Darkened in diligence

Slaughtered civilians

Guarding his conscious with coffins and pistol grips