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[Intro: Witchouse 40k]
Lookin' at the moon, never sunlight
I be getting money with the ghost
40 in the mud, see the bloodline
Pulling no stars, semi auto for the foes
Motherfucker talk when a gun fight
Glock .45, I could lay em' on a road
Body full of bugs, leave the tongue tied
Demon in us, yeah, turn them into tone
Istasha, this shit fucking sucks

[Verse 1: Istasha]
Changes stuck in that cage, stake right through me to my face
Now dead by Everest, numb my set, now sticking up, pinned down, poppin' off-leash, okay
That's blasphemy, Jesus, lie with that intel, that's treason
You switch your colors in the back to hide, you change like the seasons
I call that digging down, talking like a parasite
Sucking 'til I'm thinking like a leech, alright, uh
Fuck it no command, told 'em get it, a cannon, an armageddon, I wanna delete a terabyte
Bite-bite down, taste so strange, don't plan that, don't separate
To terror I can't relate, delay, erased all the pages

[Chorus: Istasha]
Fade away the scene, black roses on the screen, got me feeling so lost, strap-strapped in guillotines
Away with these black roses on the screen, got me feeling so lost, strap-strapped in guillotines

[Verse 2: TWENTYTHREE]
Razor in the skin of anybody, feel a body turn into a ghost
I've been away with a bath full of bones
Left in the dirt, I sever the soul, I been alone
See, I be stepping on coals, follow the road
Storm a day away, hop in the boat
Waiting for rain at the end of the coast now
Call it forth, he gon' need a minute
Take a hollow body and I'm leaving with it
Now they pocket watching for a hollow tip
I hit a skull and stop it from another trip
Need a color that's dead way, new stainless blade in that next grave
Leave for time to make hell wait, no breathin' down in this dead space

[Verse 3: Witchouse 40k]
Keep a spacing so just take his body, keep it factin' on me, back to bag his bones
Spider walking out the cellar, I walk through his window, he turn to a ghost
Got a mouth full of venom, he's safe from nobody, I lock him up, rip out his teeth for the gold
Spin 'round the block when I came, forty shot in my property, cut, put the Glock to your skull
I got calibers on me, I target his room 'til he cough 'em up, caught in my bag, keep my hands in your pockets
I'm a God when I'm on 'em to walk in the mud with the gang to your miss to a target
Skeleton closet, I'm talking to shadows, often all 'em told me I'm better alone in this bitch
Poison his body, I swarm his stomach way I float up and pop at his skull

[Chorus: Istasha]
Fade away the scene, black roses on the screen, got me feeling so lost, strap-strapped in guillotines
Away with these black roses on the screen, got me feeling so lost, strap-strapped in guillotines