WZRD SCIENCE (feat. Greg Grease) Lyrics & Tabs by Mike Mictlan
WZRD SCIENCE (feat. Greg Grease)
guitar chords lyrics
Yo Greg
What up gee?
Bullys be broad but better just bitching and bickering so sickening isn't it?
Heyo Mike
What up fam?
These leeches blood sucking thirstfully gurgling rabies serving these babies no tit for teeth
Feeling cliché when we say we caught up in the system/ But analyze my history shoulda been a statistic/ Shoulda been dead gone or rotten inside a prison/ Shoulda woulda coulda then why would I doubt this shit/ I was always crazy you fuckers just make the spins worse/ Cuz when my world is spinning at least I've gotten my lean first/ Dedicated to dumb dealers high on they own supply balloon eaters/ Scumbags u got no feelings
Mike is on the shit again/ Better sell em twice enough the milligrams to kill a man/ Peeling paint off ceiling fans/ Ativan and Adderall/ Couldn't bring the feeling back/ Xanax bar & Alcohol/ The weed is all thats healing that/ Disassociated Anti-Social Socialist Ex-Teenage Mutant Evolved Cleptomaniac/ Fever For Sub Culture Products and Sub-Subversive Screens/ American privilege vs. Mid-class Megalomania
Mike + Greg:
Bro Bruv full level wizardy
BLK WZRDs crack swishers
Science is the history
Cold Love Menace II Tha industry
BLK WZRDs BLK MGC
Struggle outta misery
Cold Love Menace II Tha industry
BLK WZRDs BLK MGC
Struggle outta misery
Greg Grease:
the bearded and zero leave ya with the bleeding earlobes these lolly suckers soft as pillows my team is rough as brillos puffing cigarellos eating vittles in the rental my elbow hit his chin I claiming it was accidental you claim you pack the pencil im packing straps big as Iraq that's galactic issue that's official WZRD Science stay defiant when they acting menstrual if that's offensive then I'm sacrilegious have some tissue they baby butt breaths acting like know too much the daily unrest leaving those that's local immobile we need to mobilize and take control of the global they say I'm going postal I'm boastful and finna ghost you
GOON in effect with a bruise in his neck/ No student to game move witta crook/ Who gotta crane for the cane that you cook/ A coup on the king haiku to the brain/ no kings no rules no jewels no chains/ I'm threw to the vein/ So they tell me Mikey you know you GOT THIS/ Kicks stay dirty shirt fulla bloody little blotches/ You slutty little batches sucking for small percentage profit/ Anxious ain't this?/ Aimless and when I shoot aim back atomic range, microscopic/ Ain't a thang to me I'm a change the game or I'ma break the obelisk carving my fucking lane/ Banking on that/ Banging on wax/ Swanging my axe
So when the shotty blast alter the cleaver is stuck awkward/ you can bet your hanging ass/ Double down/ Trouble sound/ Like "who really want some?"/ Grade em on sliding scale parmesan/ Cheesy rappers veggin to KRS-ONE's Temple Run/ Til they heart is gone & ART IS GOD!
