Children of the Corn

[Intro: Witchouse 40k]
Children of the night
What music they make?
Ayy, yuh

[Verse 1: Witchouse 40k]
Bitch, I'ma rip up your father, your mother
I'll come for your family, you shot at my brothers
I always got mystical numbers, lil' gunna
I'm number than you and my army like, "Gun them"
Ayy, tats on my wrist, no wrist watch
Neck cut from when a vampire bit it, uh
Put 'em in a grave with a flintlock
Smoking on the Earth like I'm smoking on wicked
Pull up with a pole
Got a bullet vest full of holes
Put a lead and leave a body cold
Suckin' out his soul
I'ma cock back, let it go
Sabertooth walk with the ghosts
Never love a ho
Bitch, I'ma stay alone, never with bitches, I'm only with bro
Get the fuck out my phone
Loose in my home
LSD chemicals, feel in my bones, yah, uh
New Gucci on me, I need all the guala
I got all the likes but I got all the comments
I fuck on his bitch, shawty call me her father
He say he a rapper, he like an impostor
I shoot at your brother, lil' bitch, I'm a gunner
You talkin' that shit, so I pull up with something
These paths that I'm cutting, I give them the cuts
And we comin', not dippin' from combat

[Verse 2: Jmattson]
HHM comin' out the fucking northwest
Pretty good chance we'll be responsible for your death
Watch my sword flex
Bitch, we risin' after four texts
Aokigahara
I'm getting tapped off in the forest
I don't wanna see you in my DMs (Bitch)
I don't wanna help but I don't need them (Hoo)
Shawty wanna fuck me in the BM' (Ayy)
I been livin' life without a reason
Bitch, I'm feenin', bitch, I'm hungry
Cannibalism, I kill 'em and they fuckin' lunch meat
Hellhound season, bitch, we hunting
Murderin' motherfuckers in a church up at a Sunday, uh

[Verse 3: Mvko]
Hollow on the inside, definition of the walking dead
Pullin' out my eyes, see my insides full of spider webs
From the ash I rise, inside the flames is where I lay my head
Slit my throat, and break my spine, gonna make you taste this lead
Hellhounds, we coming, we rise from the Earth
[?] to destroy, and Mvko the curse
Witchouse be pourin' up whip in the hearse
Jmattson beside, I've been evil since birth
Walk through the trees, watchin' birds in the fire
Pull out your lungs, watch you choke on the pliers
Blowin' that gas, we get higher and higher
Eyes rollin' back, had her mouth [?] spiders

[Verse 4: Tumaggz]
Bitch, you bet we'll never meet again (Bitch)
Tryna shake my hand, motherfucker, we ain't friends (Nah)
Tryna fucking fake a location, you could send (What?)
Fucking with the gang is not a move I recommend (Nah)
Make him speak in tongues, no caption
Pull up with a blade, [?] venom [?] (Rrah)
Smokin' on a reef has got me tweakin' on it because of the scene, lights, camera, action
Bitch, I'm reckless, check the necklace
Take your wifey out for breakfast
Smash the pussy, leave her breathless
Maggz, the pussy killer, he's a selfless menace
All those songs and no attention
Prolly 'cause yo' raps are straight depressin'
HHMers, bad intentions
Better hope her name stay the fuck out your mentions, hoo