Hellhound Clothes

[Intro: Warlord Colossus, Witchouse40k]
Woah, woah, woah
Blegh

[Verse 1: Witchouse40k]
Whippin' out Herse to my own show
If you pull up, I be rippin 'em like a photo
I gotta go sleep in my home
And the devil beside me, I never been so low
I drop a bean in a Solo
I got two Glocks so I never be solo
I got too pussy and don't finna blow holes
A skull full of holes and I [?]

[Chorus: Warlord Colossus]
Sick of bein' broke
Pull up to the show with the bros
Reppin' all black hellhound clothes
Call up on ya ho

[Verse 2: Witchouse40k, Warlord Colossus]
Homie in the warlock robe
Pull up with the sawed off
Pull, hellhound and it close
Diamonds on me feel so cold
Silver in my nose
No gold allowed [?]
Colder than a motherfucker
Suffer, come to bring the ruckus
Rock 'em with the punches, ugh
Sick-sick to the stomach
They fall and they plummet, what? (Ayy, ayy)
Smoke yourself from takin' [?] from [?]
Just blowin' nose from patience, yeah (Ugh)
[?] made it, sold my soul to Satan
All my bones are breakin', yuh
Pull up in the chariot
Get a grip, sip sip
When I flippin' it
[?] shit [?] slit
Don't be stupid

[Chorus: Witchouse40k & Warlord Colossus]
Sick of bein' broke
Pull up to the show with the bros
Reppin' all black hellhound clothes
Call up all ya hoes
So, so, so, so, woah, woah, ayy
Sick of bein' broke
Pull up to the show with the bros
Reppin' all black hellhound clothes
Call up all ya hoes
So, so, so, so, woah, woah, woah, blegh