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TWENTYTHREE, Istasha, Witchouse 40k
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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)
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
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
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
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
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
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