Grease Goblins w/ Pmill

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rin - cold

~Fred, Ned, Teddy and Vader Lyrics~

Pmill:
Homie sit like  L/ think it make him write well  
But ain't no sitting duck quail/homie I'm right here / make em go to sleep like sum NyQuil /tranquil, how this pint feel ? thought he was funny like Seinfeld baby time kills does he still have the hype still ?  
Welcome to my field 

So hurry up listen 
For u get knocked out like sonny listen 
Boy ya check ya vision 
Get smoked like a Winston 
Pots n pans in the kitchen 
Trap w precision 
We don't be missing 
We getting it fixed then 
Yu trippin get hit in ya shit man
Ain't as bad as it gets man 
You'll need a practition 
I'm a sick son of a bitch man 
It's a bit sadistic 
But anyways 

I need a thick big titty bitch like raven samone 
I just fucked a little bit, then told her leave me alone 
Serving since a jit, already know what I'm on
Been thru the mail to the City bitch, like Karl Malone  
I bail myself bitch, won't borrow from no one
Walk myself thru the strip, and I'll do it w no gun  
When I get the feeling imma trip, pack me down n roll sum. 
Tried to make me haul an L, but can't get me to hold one 
Blaka blaka 

They putting flaka in the ganja
Miss them days w clay n tamazzia 
Back then wun nun could stop us 
U say my name then do it real proper 
No disrespect I cut ya check faster then blades of a helicopter 
I'm acting like a mobster 
long way from a Honda 
Owning shi now like Willy Wonka 
Practicing getting stronger 
Ya arms look like silly pasta

Ke:
Lucas I am your father
I put you up for adoption
Saw your face said dont want him
You remind me your mother
You made her die are you proud of
The fucking nothing accomplished
Oh now u wanna kill me, no problem,
Have fun without one your arms now

Fred, Ned, Ed, Jed, Teddy, and Vader
Im boutta jet on the haters,
Flying southwest to vegas
Can’t catch my blood on the radar
I keep it tucked with the saber
Laser sharper than blades is
Whipping the sith infiltrator
Whole damn fleet of crusaders
Weapons stocked on the freighters
Slipping past all of them slow solar sailors
Fast as light when i spotted that republican navy
Steady counting that they gonna betray me
Whipping crack like the 80s,
on the track like a baby,
They coming back but they hate me
Never capped on the lady,

Fred, Ned, Ed, Jed, Teddy, and Vader
Im boutta jet on the haters,
Flying southwest to vegas
Can’t catch my blood on the radar
I keep it tucked with the saber
Laser sharper than blades is
Whipping the sith infiltrator

Pmill:
Playing the games like spade bitch, to them pussies Ian related, they overated, we topic of conversation like mama  we made it 
Ya trap house imma raid it, cuz I'm straight from the pavement

Ke:
Looking back at what i created
Sometimes its hard to tell that im the one made it
Could never pull off the taper
My head just like my brain that shit be shaped like an alien
Obi wan kenobi let me burn and i hated him
Who could’ve blamed me

Fred, Ned, Teddy and Vader ft. Pmill (prod. Dtonthebeats)

~Bugs Lyrics~

Ke:
*hook*
Lil creepy ass, bugs
Lil nasty ass, bugs
Lil slimy ass, bugs
Lil grimy ass, bugs
Uh, Goblins

Pmill:
-verse-
I think they mad at me 
Mad they not as passionate  
N if we clashing then
Like atoms man 
Like a mash up man 
Imma do em nasty then 
Buckle ya seat n fasten it 
A rap addict man 
My mics got straps attached to em 
 make sure that I'm blasting em 
Until Ive seen the last of em 
They think I've jus catched up to him 
think that I'm jus out matching em 
Guess that make me a bastard then 

I think they mad at me 
Like baby's that never had they way
Like I'm leading faculty 
I'm must be / cuz I'm mustard and they can't catch up to me  
I dare em fuck w me ain't nobody touching me 
Theyve had enough of me 
It's getting ugly like logan Paul or a lunchably  
So I'm selling it like johova guess that's where the huckster be  
call my grower checked if he cut the nugs for me 
Baby roll the blunt for me, break the guts for me this shit taste so damn lovely 
I've got my bruv w me n gun w me they in the truck w try n run on me get blowed like a tumble weed 
It was Friday the 13th/ they had a lil cypher 
They shouldn't invite me / cuz I turn into a viper I'll take this Knife here n stick it right inside here 
They lil fish, The holy mackerel 
Show em why I'm an ass hole
Get rap back doord 
Leave em a note like zodiac code  

Fuego 
Atleast I'm paid bro 
Whatever I say goes 
Case closed 
Better then being a funny entertainer like Jerry Trainor 
Ian joking we gon stain ya Ian talking no painter 
Round up my beaner Wet u up like aquafina 
We the last ones standing in this royal arena 
Call up my Nina play w them racks like karsten & serena  
She my goddess to an Athena 
We act like Martin n Gina  
Laughing up like hyenas 
Sometimes petty n getting even 
But keep it between the sheets n 
She hop up on that dick and spin up on that dick like a ballerina  
I'm feeling better better yet I'm feeling great 
I'll be doin my thing flexing until I'm 88 
On I 88 speeding like I'm fucking late 
Cuz when u moving across the state n loading all this weight u got to be trained keep the look out for them county Jakes cuz they will lock u n put u away 

Keegan told me write 44 rhymes 
Came back n did that shit 40 more times 
Swear to god he was looking mortified 
Goin so crazy w this rap shit, I'm border line 
1760 harbour ln drive 
Before I left had to peep thru the blinds 
Make sure kin follow me from behind 
Covering my plates when I ride

Ke:
*hook*
-Verse-
Man it’s hard to even keep up with this cherokee
When half these other fuckers on the mic just be repeating like a parakeet
They be pulling up like they was ever really there with me
Like where was you when i was puffing weed right on the side the street
The plug had pulled right up on his bike and must felt bad for me,
A hero to the lost and all the casualties
When I’d Made my little home right by the Kerosene
I swear to you it’s cold up in the darkness
Aineen trippin but i heard all of the monsters
Hard to sleep when you had known that there’d be robbers
And all i got was just my toes and the clothes on me
Where u at when i was scolded by the others
I tried to call and plead my homelessness for foster
Saying crazy just dismissing all the real substantial problems
Won’t address it won’t look back and really own what lead to autumn
Even when Id been in the same zone that lead me always, you had never cared to check if what been flowed was even awesome
Just because the people round you never chose to stand with martyrs, I ain’t saying that I’m really that comparable apostles,
But I swear I met a man within a man few times before I startled.

bugs…

Bugs ft. Pmill (prod. 3am)

~Doodle Lyrics~

Ke:
*hook*
yeah we doodle, Canoodle, with girl poodles and move it because we studious,
Waiting on the day that shit gone blow like it’s Vesuvius 
Walking like some mummys in pompeii
Don’t you catch none the homies on the wrong day

Pmill:
-verse-
This beat feel like pink panther 
Used to be a credit card scammer  
It got too hot so I switched it to Danny fannom 
Point my red scanner at any random 
That acting like he part of the fandom, but then he go throw a tantrum 
Yu Kno we had to scam him 
Taking everything out the pantry 
That's what he gets for acting like perter pan a lil pansy  
Fuck bout the dead, Billy and Mandy 
Got me a dandy keeping handy 
One wrong step, pulling a hammy 
Hope it don't jammy 
Okay I'm have to keep it forward 
This girl trying me imma have to forker 
She wetter gon need a snorkel 
Ian even worried bout my performance 
Before hand I'm pulling out don't need a storka 
I'm ballin don't need no shorts 
I hopped right off of the porch 
Built it brick by brick jus like a fort 
Yu talk shit on it then everything getting torched 
She like my dick, try to spike my shit, right then I knew that's when the heights wasn't it 
Unless I'm getting money in it 
Nun other then that  
Get the ball back like I'm Ray Mack 
Aaron Donald get a straight sack 
Throwing haymakers they want they pay back    
Explosive, then getting laid back 
Got faster hands then the wayco 
Promise Yu don't wanna fade bro 
Put w ya head w a halo  or on a payroll 
Do not care who I offend breaking rules I eat the pussy like playdo  
Leave it busted open like a potato 
Sending shots like I'm Django. 

Ke:
*hook*

-Verse-
Its mr catch me if u can
Got 150 tracks
Past a thousand hit the fan

They telling me they wanna rap
You better do it cause you care
All that time been putting in
All you got is how its spent

Whatchu in it for?
Ive heard bout slamming screan doors
Showed a dork some my nerd shit
Even he ain’t fuck with flows talking bout some other earth shit
But i rehearsed it, laid my verses, trusting journey that somehow it served a purpose
Feeling like i just invented surfing
Why don’t you get up off the surface
Even when im dead wont catch my ass below the dirt
I hope they’ve burned it
Neighbors crying like i think i went to church
With mister Wordsworth, we cursed him,
Prolly cause i ain’t ever spitting bout no being perfect, that ain’t my burping

*hook*

-Back to back-
K:
It ain’t so glamorous my man
Getting hammered with amateurs and rambling
P:
N we making tracks like a sandwich 
K:
Back to back on a bama chick
P:
Don't know if she can handle it we paying for the damages 
K:
Ain’t ashamed of my manners
When im cramming her Mandible
When she want it i hand to her
Knows how my man be expandable
P:
She don't mind the intangibles 
The damzle, knows I'm handsome 
She eat me up like a cannibal 
Shorty blow me like candle 
K:
I hold her hand when we dancing
Take a glance at the cameltoe
The enchantress of cancer
P:
Unbotton her pants then she on the go 
She got moves love the way that her bottom go 
K:
Dominoes be falling like jeronimo
P:
Me n bro we calling out the audible
K:
Yea we talk but its a lot of show
Wheres waldo, can you spot the dough?
P:
In the parking lot lil bro 
Been doin this shi since a tot, trapping out  cotton eyed joe

*hook*

Doodle ft. Pmill (prod. Gato Beats)

~Seeds Lyrics~
Ke:
Soon as im talkin
My bitchll be coming
I take it from nothing 
And turn it to something

Im breaking the lock and im coming in gunning
They trying to stop it, nobody could stomach
The weight of the monster the beat i been drumming
I feed her the lobster, she geeking in public
He don’t know none it
I feel like i preach to the puppets
The demons the dummys
They prayed that the evil becometh

Bitch watch how a seed becomes sustenence

We plant us enough they gon snatch off the trees like its money
Blood and the shit in the grass just blend with the muddy
Seen when it finished they dont know what it took to grow up it,
They blow thru the stash like its nothing
Roll it up pass it and puff it
How you gon dash to the muppets?
Some angels be coming in scary af
Cant hold my feet to the flame i become it

Pmill:

A legend done summoned 

Can't help what Im becoming 

Shout-out to Wayne, I'm wearing my truck fit 

While I break on the counter I'm rolling my Russian 

The greatest in Knox, end of discussion. 

Remember them days the water wasn't running 

Thinking bout M.I.A. going down Dutchman 

Show me my opponent, I'll show you my muscle 

Trying to get rich off the freedom and hustle 

Paving a way off the faith of seed of a mustard 

I tried to give love, but they cold as a Custer 

Ran with the ball like an NFL rusher 

Then I'm back cooking the pies with a cookie cutter 

Reminisce them times with my dad cooking butter 

Now I sapio sexually fuck her mind like I'm usher

Then I got in her throat like a boa constructer (x2) 

Fucking ya bitch real late, and we watching Nick at night 

Yeah like a theif in the night 

Smoothly take ya shit, like Annie are you alright ? 

Fuck I look like a goofy going live ? 

I ain't going like that, won't end up how I'm dying 

I know they looking at the bag I'm supplying 

Gotta pay up a fee if you wanna try it 

Bad bitch with me she a ruff in the diamond

Swear I wrote Midas without even trying 

Hop on a track I cook it and fry it 

They like it they feel it they recite it 


Ke:
Bitches been asking where I reside at
Know they resent me since I’m indicted
Pmill:
(They want me out the game but I'm inside it)

Seeds ft. Pmill (prod. yugo4x)

~Petty Lyrics~

Pmill:
*hook*
You say the same thing, have my back and go another way. 

No friend of mine will wait and pray on my pain. 

I'm tired of petty things, spread my wings and fly away.

I trusted you, now I guess this is the price that I pay. 

Verse:
Walking around the city smelling animosity.
Feel they think about crossing me.
Careful about who really locked with me.
Sometimes by myself, practice my monogamy. 
Tell them get the fuck up off of me 
Why they want a lot of me ? 
Cause I just won the lottery 
Chilling with these snakes, might cause a casualty. 
Just a rich little bastard please. 
No limit, call me master P 
Who can you trust with ya love ? 
Who can you trust with them drugs ? 
Only friend I got is the plug. 
Had my back when I ain't have no dubs 
Ever since I been down with them thugs. 
Swear I don't fuck with no one 
Yeah I'm really my momma's son 
My phone going on a dry run 
Been a min since mine rung 
Kicking shit in tai lung 
Greatest shit in my lungs 

*hook*

Ke:
-bridge-
I remember what u said to me,
Long before u set me free

Id sit in my room while i waited on u
Those days met their doom
I ain’t playing your fool

-Verse-
They want me locked up
Want me knocked out
Pinned down
Stretched out
All because I had my head found
In the background
Man it’s like the bitch been bed bound
Ever since she lost was simply cant be found
Stuck in memories reliving dead ground
Ghost running round 
Never hurt you
Never hurt you
Put the fear of God in a bitch just from big words
Reminisce in the bliss what u miss
While the bitch stuck with squid ward

Live this life at a height
Just to see it gotta leave earth
Why i put me first

*hook*
-bridge-

Petty ft. Pmill (prod. ushi san)

~Grease Lyrics~

Pmill:
*hook:
I shouldn't let Yu cry (x2) 

I would too, but I'm high (x2) 

There's jus no time to compromise (x2)

Ig Yu chose the wrong side (x2) 

Ke:

Sentimental i just sent a letter to someone who ain’t coming back
Sitting down and having Dinner with sinners Like im miller mac
Riffing til the end of the sentence, then its on a track
Yea im grinning spinning im penning, and im still relaxed
Chilling off a pill and some liquor, might have a heart attack
Met another villian with rythym, ain’t even gotta rap

Grease goblin im hobblin until i gotta dash
Bitch is sobbing im hopping around how she aint got an ass
Stay the talk of the party if I aint coming in
Whoever let these cops in the office they never coming back

Impotence im innocent of wickedness
Derivative to pigeon of the witnesses
Insensitive with wisdom and extensive bliss
The mission was indicative to finished with
Criminal intent was forbidden upon my christening
Tribulant incisions to rhythms that just ain’t finished yet 
Got them tempted to inflict a civilian, with disability checks

Pmill:

*Hook*

Crown apple berry jack, I'm tryna get sum liquor 

Where the fairies at, tryna taste sum that elixir 

Don't care where I'm at, dont need no mixer 

I'm jus tryna pound ya bitch like she the I in Pixar 

Flexing on the gram, don't even gotta try my pics hard 

Shopping at the Sam's, and I got a big yard 

Goblins bust open ya clam, look like a broken guitar 

Throw em out like Brett Farve 

I'm smoking on ya top 5 

Ian talking bout no Popeye 

I'm jus talking rappin archives 

Fully invested ain't no part time 

Been thru all the hard times, now it's hard rhymes, spending car fines, it's alright fine life's a tight rope and I'm a tight line 

Need sum hype dope, tryna find the right kind

Grease ft. Pmill (prod. Xavien)

jaydes - walk

cake

e for effort (casper)

i still want u

Requiem

nope your too late i already died cover

why do i always take things so close to heart

i regret most of my decisions

Pronounced, “Keen Eye”
IG: keeg.knight SC: KeeganAyres
keeganknight.mp3@gmail.com

Vault of Expressions

The presented works are all products of imagination. Aside from the existence of Christ, my words are fictional and symbolic to characters that do not exist as individuals. Anything resembling real events is metaphorical or coincidental to the liking of my present state, many times fears. I desire to write more of joyous things, but much of my fascination with sound comes from sorrow.

Any producer whose beat was used uncredited message me for title adjustment. Some old memos are unorganized. I apologize.

Next Projects:

Crouton
Skribblez 3
Prison Demo
Death and Hades
East Mt. Mist
Flower Mattress
Songs of Sorrow
Grease Goblinz 2

Fred, Ned, Teddy and Vader ft. Pmill (prod. Dtonthebeats)

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