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PLEASE DON'T HAUNT ME
Haunted House, Kamaara, Savage Ga$p, Witchouse 40k, Saliva Grey, 99zed, Twentythree, Grim Salvo
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There's spirits in this—in this house and they're ready to fuck
Ahhh, ahhh
Yeah, aye
Boy I'm leaning on the gas, pussies pumping on the brakes
Muhfuckas down on dick in they home where it's safe
I've been raining down the ones, putting food up on her plate
Told that bitch to spin around and get to pounding on the cake
Mossman brought the sludge, got my mind real swampy
Bag full of guns like it's one man army
Smoke from the muzzle got your city looking foggy
Bullets coming by the waves leave your body hella choppy
I felt the Earth shaking before I saw them crawl
The termination blinking silent on the wall
When the brick hit the glass and the face hit the wall
(And the face hit the wall, and the face hit the wall)
When the combat boots start marching
The concrete buildings fall (Buildings fall)
They say that war is older than man, no hope at all (No hope at all)
Fall to your knees before a machine gun, ten feet tall (Ten feet tall)
Stay in the bottom with blood in my lungs
See I'm taking the hearse to the grave
Sediment solemn
I'll aim at the head of the host any second and sever the face
Deadweight shutter, .45 stutter
More life on this Drake, no lovers
Red stained summer, self-made suffer
God sent ties, sixth sense no shudder
I felt the Earth shaking (Ahh)
I felt the ground breaking (Ahh)
I felt the earth shaking (Ahh)
I felt the ground breaking (Ahh)
No shelter for the weak (Ahh)
As the souls melt in the street
I been ten feet down, smoking pack back to back
If you wonderin' where I'm at (Aye, aye, aye)
Boy, don't get put down, 'boutta take 'em 'round back
Old Yeller, I don't take 'em to the vet
Lil' ol' Sally, boy selling anything to put
Another fucking dolla on the stack (Stack, stack, stack)
HH triple beams, Triple-H pedigree
Leave another hundred bodies on the mat
99 ain't ever fucking playing
I be fresher than a bitch when I be stepping out the grave
Posted in the haunted house, steady rolling up the stank
I'ma puff it two times and then I pass it to the gang, muh fucka
Leaving your jaw hanging off of your face
(Then I'm) pulling my dick out to piss on your grave
Post in the back with the muhfuckin' gang
Cry on the 'Gram, pussy boy, you a lame
Haunt-tastrophe
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck one time, run it up one time
Hit that stealth take down (Pew), what? Bro died
In the black cat spin him, guess his luck's run dry
Blow her back out, her boyfriend got no spine
That's bae, HH on the grave
Pull up in the muhfucking Wraith with a wraith, that's gang
Motherfucker wanna play, no Wii Sports, no wrist strap
Hit 'em with a stick, that kickback, bitch bad
One last thing 'bout me is I'ma get that lick back
G-O-A-T, yes, I been that, make one phone call, shelf your bitch ass
Witch back, click-clack, hit 'em with a blick fast
Brap-brap-brap, see your body, I don't miss that
Clip that, roll up to your city, I'ma spin fast
Hand up on your chain, he won't never get his drip back (Uh)
Walk like a zombie, I'm often deranged
Dance on your coffin, get dropped in your grave
Cold in the daylight, got mold in my veins
With the gang out the bottom, my soul been decayed
Bend the block on you muhfuckas
Head pops, ten shots on you muhfuckas
Bump stock, ACOG 'til he drop
Turn your blood up into clots, put some chalk on you muhfuckas
Go ahead, haunt my house
(Ughh)
When I die, Gates of Hell, I'll make a beeline
You don't even wanna focus in on these eyes
Disguised everything about me, I got three lives
Bitch, I promise you, I stay on 33 time
Should've died 9 × 9 times
Way I'm bu—(zzin')— 'til I'm 81
(Make it) shine to the tree line, now it's prime time—
With the fine line, under bright lights, 'Til the crime climbs
Gonna watch it 'til it crumble and we stumble in the grave
Shit, I'm spending so much cash that I'm broke
But I'm still getting paid
'Til I decay, what the streets say?
Haunted House gonna crusade
'Til the world throw us a parade (Ah)
Boy I'm leaning on the gas, pussies pumping on the brakes
Muhfuckas down on dick in they home where it's safe
I've been raining down the ones, putting food up on her plate
Told that bitch to spin around and get to pounding on the cake
Mossman brought the sludge, got my mind real swampy
Bag full of guns like it's one man army
Smoke from the muzzle got your city looking foggy
Bullets coming by the waves leave your body hella choppy
Haunted House