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[Intro]
Xietto
Soulker

[Verse 1: Witchouse 40k]
Run up with a curse and a hearse, put 'em on a shirt
Cock back, leave your body in the dirt
Hands in your pocket, and hands in your purse
I been robbin', Andromeda walkin' the earth
I ain't heal 'til I'm doublin' the turnout, bitch
You can hurt, we ain't ever gonna work out
Fuck a droptop, I be in the hearse when I swerve out
I'ma catch a body go to work, I'm from the south
Heard that you running your mouth
Bitch, I'ma spit in her mouth
Cutting the sound like I come with the scouts
Run with the pack like I run through your house
Flip me a brick and I smoke me an ounce
Of it, he lifting weights, pussy I'm liftin' pounds
I am the king, you can see on the crown
And my Glock got extensions leave shells in your gowns
I'ma get rich off the loud, ayy
I got a bitch from the crowd, ayy
Said that she wanted a subie hoe
But she didn't have enough clout, yeah
I put a gun in your mouth, yeah
I'm in your walls like a mouse
I just got blood on Ksubis, ho
And I just got blood on my town
Marks on my wrist, I been feeling so worthless
I caught me a case and I think that it's worth it
Hunting for snakes got me lookin' for serpents
He building a bridge and I'm starting to burn it
I got a Pirat with tats on her throat
Open her coffin and spit on her bones
I want her heart but I'm takin' her soul away
Shawty gon' fuck me, she want her a ghost

[Verse 2: Warlord Colossus]
I don't really like the energy that you've been fucking with
I'm comin' and I send 'em in the cold
Creepy crawly walking out the dungeon
Spooky skeleton we come and kick the dirt upon the rose
Look up and pray to my Allah
Talk to my dead friends, they talk a lot
Think I might visit they coffin
I'm hearing voices too often
Coming out the cemetery
Boy, you thought it was a sanctuary
Pop a couple sedetaries with a sagitarry ho
Got me feeling slow
I don't wanna talk about it though
How you gonna get me off the show?
I'm on my own, I sell a repost and go to the store
I do not deal with the Devil no more
I do this shit by my lone
Hellhound militia, they come for the throne
I'm blowing smoke
Look over my shoulder for all of my enemies
Stay on my toes, not comatose
Popping that Molly, that shit got me
Nauseous I'm holding my throat
Popping that Molly, that shit got me
Nauseous I'm holding my throat