G.R.E.N.A.D.E Lyrics

I don't know if I control

All the voices in my soul

Handgrenades and steel tip poles

Put bulletholes in designer clothes

Fuck you and the clique that you came with

Fuck you and all of your fake shit

Fuck you, need no rigged conversations

No luck, kick him out of his fake shit

You ain't really crazy

You ain't really crazy

Keep on talking like that

And you won't fucking make it

You ain't really crazy

You ain't really crazy

Mask up

Pop off, until it's fucking jamming

In the pit smoking gases

Paralyzing the masses

With a flick of my wrist

I get your bitch fucking gasping

Ain't got shit

But some weed and a ton of bad habits

Light it up

Trunk in the front

Fuck

I'm still manic

Bitch boy, we run it

Come on and tell me something

About the bills that you've been making

Start to seem like you've been flaunting

U-N-L-K-Y-1-3

Means atleast triple the beat

G-R-E-N-A-D-E

Drop it of on your feet

Body parts in the sky

Feel like a new sinner

Grin in the cut

I paint a new picture

Blo-blo-blood red eyes and a new cleaver

Melody of the end

I'm fucking Hans Zimmer

I don't know if I control

All the voices in my soul

Handgrenades and steel tip poles

Put bulletholes in designer clothes

Hold up look at me throwing nades at foes like it's a pokéball

You know that I am coming for you when you see the bodies fall

All crazy with that energy while leaving scars right on their souls

I blow shit up and never stop like I'm in need of adderall

Born in a blaze, yeah it all feels amazing

Hopes going to fade when the sparks gon' embrace you

Look who you're facing, watch who you're chasing

Come with the hate, I don't care, it's the same shit

G-R-E-N-A-D-E's

Will cut their life expectancies

And leave them all deceased

And leave them all deceased

Put them all in misery

'Cause I don't have no empathy

And leave them all deceased

And leave them all deceased

Knock, knock

Like who the fuck is that

You see the curses on his neck

Don't look in his eyes or you feel dread

Bullets gonna fly and you see me

Blow shit up

See me blow shit up

See me blow shit up

See me blow shit up

See me blow shit up

Split the earth in two

I'ma fuck them up

And send them to the moon

I don't know if I control

All the voices in my soul

Handgrenades and steal tip poles

Bulletholes in designer clothes