EVERYTHING DEAD

Intro

Grrah

Grrah-grrah

Everything dead

Chorus

Smoking on Itachi it got me stuck

Keep it tucked

Run up you out of luck

He ran then he tripped so I had to hawk him

Watching him slide when I’m talking

Watching him slide when I’m talking

Spinning that block and I’m clicking that stick

Nights in the cold where it’s thick

Verse 1

Chrome to your dome

Big g-lock for the throne

Nobody safe when I roam

Red dots on his body like pox

Five in the morning we spin on the ops

We spin on the ops

Broad daylight with the sweepers

Turning my enemies into the sleepers

Into the sleepers

Pre-Chorus

Look left

Look right

Dead on sight

Glizzy got a kick like a horse

Spin through the bx with force

Chorus

Smoking on Itachi it got me stuck

Keep it tucked

Run up you out of luck

He ran then he tripped so I had to hawk him

Watching him slide when I’m talking

Watching him slide when I’m talking

Spinning that block and I’m clicking that stick

Nights in the cold where it’s thick

Verse 2

Face of the city

Know I got the hitters all with me

Pop out let it bang

We do not care what you sang

Wet it up

Set it up

Send him up

Hollows they rip through the jacket

I love to make a whole racket

I love to make a whole racket

Pre-Chorus

Look left

Look right

Dead on sight

Glizzy got a kick like a horse

Spin through the bx with force

Chorus

Smoking on Itachi it got me stuck

Keep it tucked

Run up you out of luck

He ran then he tripped so I had to hawk him

Watching him slide when I’m talking

Watching him slide when I’m talking

Spinning that block and I’m clicking that stick

Nights in the cold where it’s thick

Hook

Grrah grrah boom

Clean it up with a broom

Clean it up with a broom

Don't get sent to a tomb

Everything dead

Everything dead

Grrah

Everything dead