Grim Reaper! Lyrics

Talkin' to the dead

Talkin' to the dead, Talkin' to the dead

Talkin' to the dead, Talkin' to the dead

Talkin' to the dead, Talkin' to the dead

I ain't hear me talkin' to the dead

I can hear me talkin' to the the dead

Perky' got me talkin' to the dead,

Dead man, probably see me on death row

I got all my stripes but I don't wear shell toes

Yeah the lean made me retarded, I might get some shoes with velcro

Yeah my dad an alcoholic, I'ma stick to drinking wock' though

I'ma stick to drinking Wockhardt

I just mixed some Carhart with some ChromeHearts

I just fucked a ten, how fast she gon' find out, I ain't got no heart?

I don't like these thots, they got me feelin' like I'm Keef Kozart

I don't like these hoes, I hit from the back and then it's Faneto

Then it's Fanego

She hate me, she said, J-W!LL you evil

Heart Broke since a teen, I told her that this the sequel

That bitch made of glass, that lil' bitch so fuckin' see-through

That bitch got a slow brain

She get high off cocaine

I get high off propane

I get high off purp' rain

Purp' Rain in my veins

Got prescribed but I'm not sick

Got prescribed, girl, I got a script

To some double stacks, girl, I'm off the shits

Talkin' to the dead, Talkin' to the dead

Talkin' to the dead, Talkin' to the dead

Talkin' to the dead, Talkin' to the dead

I ain't hear me talkin' to the dead

I can hear me talkin' to the the dead

Perky' got me talkin' to the dead

Perky' got me talkin' to the dead