💜 LYRICS 💜 Just not gonna say anything, just make noises I love you HELLBOY Hrryeat, Hrryeat ah, Hrryeat ah, Hrryeat ah, WO! Let's get it then, well check this out We got somebody new, that shit kinda cool UGHAA Think I don’t give just enough of a fuck Glow like I’m frozen, my dosage corrupt Flow like a chosen until I combust Into nothing but dust, my son I don’t think you want to press your luck They gonna go put you in your place with the taste of the rust Old game’s so corrupt Lotta fans gotta fetish for the blood Father figure was a .38 There goes that son of a gun Leading them all astray with disgrace for thе next fresh dove Pray for a man who won’t settle He likes to meddle with all the shit that the people peddle They might pop a little quiet pill up in his dental They hope you ain't got the potential to let go And assemble your own end goals So bleed every last drop of the dream From the throat of some old GOATs No antidote for the soul bloat Bloody rippin' this mother fuckin' track I know it took 'em some time to get on this mother fucker Cause they had to [beat bid?] for this mother fucker But yo, yuh, he amped up on this mother fucker Ay, bitches try tuh (bitches try tuh) Sounds pretty cool Bitches try to hold me by the goatee On my dome piece Like they own me, own me I just feed 'em pepperoni On a hoagie, till they foamy Back in ’03 I was already OG Twenty-fourteen showed me I can only Proceed in the lonely, as a trophy Think you know me? You a homie? Get you out my situation with a ceremony I give grown men nightmares, call me alimony When you talk all I hear is a dial tone, so phony Tellin' everyone you eat good but your girl looking bony Feed that bitch some macaroni Or she’ll find me, low key Looking for my pokey Ride me like a Ginuwine Pony While you gettin' nosey with your cronies When you find out I’ll be dead already under 6 feet of concrete (bom, bom, bom-bom-bom-bom-bom) ROUH Pull up with the motherfuckin' blade on my conscience Fuck the meds in my pocket Imma go off 'em ROUH Motherfuckers ain’t honest But they really good at shouting Fuck about the commas? Why they living so shallow? Take a look up at the shadow, I... Woke up today and I ain’t meditate Now all my demons gon' circle my brain Now all a sudden I hate life Fuck up, out my, damn, sight Hold up for a second 99, Saliva, Grim are in this bitch You know we coming with that motherfuckin' cemetery flow Smile on my face while I’m grippin' on the hatchet Pull my hoodie up, like I’m Jason get to slashin' Choppin' up they limbs 99 is going batshit East End Butcher finna leave your carcass ravaged 99 keep the fuckin' knife on the nightstand Ready to take your life in the night like I’m Iceman Creeping out of sight I keep the ratchet in my right hand Painting the walls red I am the catalyst of violence That shit went hard, bro! I like this one. He like, DAMN G, where'd you find that?
I have been bumping Grim Salvo for the past 6 months or so. Found it thanks to Scroll / Trash YT channels. Just gotta say I love the songs that have a break in the hardcore with some decent orchestra such as Ergot, and a few others.
I love to see you still making music man, I been enjoying your stuff for half a year now and still didn't get tired of it. Pls keep doing what you're doing I'd love to listen to more.
Came here from your "The Odious: Related Projects" playlist on Spotify. Love that you guys are amazing at both hip-hop/electronic AND prog/death metal stuff.
The best and worst part about you guys, are that you outclass every other trap metal band out there. I want more, but only Grim can give it. Keep up the good work. stay strong.
I'm new to this type of music and I'm completely hooked on it, Grim Salvo, those 2 vocalist/writers and the producer are so damn talented it's crazy. Found them through Withchouse 40k. Mad props! Every track is gold.
Lyrics: Ay, a- a- a- ay! Think I don't give just enough of a fuck Glow like I'm frozen My dosage corrupt Flow like a chosen until I combust Into nothing but dust, my son I don't think you want to press your luck They gonna go put you in your place with the taste of the rust Old game's so corrupt Lotta fans got a fetish for the blood Father figure was a .38 There goes that son of a gun Leading them all astray with disgrace for the next fresh dove Pray for a man who won't settle He likes to meddle with all the shit that the people peddle They might pop a little quiеt pill up in his dental They hope you ain't got thе potential to let go And assemble your own end goals So bleed Every last drop of the dream From the throat of some old GOATs No antidote for the soul bloat Ayy, bitches try to Bitches try to (that's pretty cool) Bitches try to hold me by the goatee On my dome piece Like they own me, own me I just feed 'em pepperoni on a hoagie 'til they foamy Back in '03 I was already OG 2014 showed me I can only Proceed in the lonely, as a trophy Think you know me? You a homie? Get you out my situation with a ceremony I give grown men nightmares Call me alimony When you talk all I hear is a dial tone, so phony Tellin' everyone you eat good but your girl looking bony Feed that bitch some macaroni! Or she'll find me, low key Looking for a pokey Ride me like a Ginuwine Pony While you getting nosey with your cronies When you find out I'll be dead already under six feet of concrete Pull up with the motherfuckin' blade on my conscience Fuck the meds in my pocket I'mma go off 'em Motherfuckers ain't honest But they really good at shouting Fuck about the commas? Why they living so shallow? Take a look up at the shadow, I- Woke up today and I ain't meditate Now all my demons gon' circle my brain Now all a sudden I hate life Fuck up Out my Damn Sight Hold up for a second 99, Saliva, Grim are in this bitch you know We coming with that motherfuckin' cemetery flow Smile on my face while I'm grippin' on the hatchet Pull my hoodie up, like I'm Jason get to slashin' Choppin' up they limbs, 99 is going batshit East End Butcher finna leave your carcass ravaged 99 keep the fuckin' knife on the nightstand Ready to take your life in the night like I'm Iceman Creepin' out of sight I keep the ratchet in my right hand Paint the walls red I'm the catalyst of violence
We're one real guy and his materialized imaginary friend, but so much time has passed we can't agree on which one is which (p.s. it's definitely me, I'm the real one)
