Grendel the Beast - Preach to the Choir

What I need to do to get my name out
Keep the coal lit 'fore I flame out
Rain down hell like a B12, strap your seatbelts, snapping necks like Lenny don't mean well
Yea, Yea
I
Feel
Disillusioned, misconstrue it, check the damn disrespect or bitch, you're gonna leave in ruins
And I, And I, And I got
Nooses for the nuisance
Boot 'em if the shoe fits
Who cares what the truth is
And I, And I, And I got
Nooses for the nuisance
Boot 'em if the shoe fits
Who cares what the truth is

I had it though
I'm glad to know
New gal look like Gal Gadot
D'usse and some loud to blow
Got two O's and a pound to go
Like, andale, andale, vamos, arriba
Lost in the chocha and drunk on the chicha
Fiending to feast on a course of the fortunes, a portion of beats, and an entree of features
Don't fucking preach to the choir, to the choir
Bet, bet that the devil been a liar, been a liar
But I'm
Losing my grip
Shoot from the hip
One in the head and then two in the ribs
Fuck it, I know that it is what it is, but I just want to see how the one percent live
Ah, ain't too much to ask, no
I can hear them laugh, no
Breaking down the door and I don't want to hear it, no, no
Got the .22 sliding
This ain't random violence
This is hubris, this a cruiseship sinking to the violins
Yea, yea, let 'em play, play, play on down
Yea, yea, let 'em pray, pray, pray on down
Yea, yea, let 'em
Yea, yea, let 'em, let 'em
Yea, yea, yea

What I need to do to get my name out
Keep the coal lit 'fore I flame out
Rain down hell like a B12, strap your seatbelts, snapping necks like Lenny don't mean well
Yea, Yea
I
Feel
Disillusioned, misconstrue it, check the damn disrespect or bitch, you're gonna leave in ruins
And I, And I, And I got
Nooses for the nuisance
Boot 'em if the shoe fits
Who cares what the truth is
And I, And I, And I got
Nooses for the nuisance
Boot 'em if the shoe fits
Who cares what the truth is

No one, that's a fact, that's a fact, fact, fact
Caught an L, they scared to match, scared to match, match, match
Yea, cookies and cream in a wrap (yea)
Got a few more in the bag (yea)
Fuck a direction, just open a session, I'm putting these tracks on the map
Yea, I been hibernating, I been waiting to just spring up
Jaws wide, best prepare for the influx
Tongue-tied, ya ain't even see the kingdom
Brace yourself, ya ain't even see the king come

What ya ever thought about a motherfucking throne, bitch
Let ya hair down, Imma spin it into gold, bitch
Like a damn crown, can ya feel it in ya throat bitch
This that damn sound, Imma spin it into gold
(Imma)
Pick all the grapes off the vine
(Imma)
Delve into depths of my mind
(Imma)
Grasp onto anything I can see that can just turn any mortal divine
(Imma)
Turn all the water to wine
(Imma)
Have us a hell of a time
(Imma)
Pick any Belle of the ball, like let's have us a ball, this was all by design
And I know Gaston outside (outside)
Hop up in the carriage, let's ride (let's ride)
Know I got the woods on fire (on fire)
Hop up in the carriage, let's hop up in the

Written by:
Liam Regan

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