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ghostemane - exhumed lyrics

[verse 1]
see i’m a suicidal kid with no future
i’m quicker to bust your face with a baseball bat before i shoot ya
the barbecue and br-ss monkey hittin’ up the food truck
the i take my chick right back to the crib and straight to kama sutra
this schema posse b-tch i don’t give a f-ck about no hip sh-t
now this that cruisin’ down the highway gettin’ dome pimp sh-t
with the big junt in your face, them 12’s knockin’ like the police
and best believe i’m worshippin’ the earth and listen to no priest mothaf-cka
nah, this that you don’t really give a f-ck about a thang sh-t
with the little bit the pimp
ridin’ solo in yo donk sh-t
i’m bringin’ back that funk that make the devil wanna twist
we groovin’ like it’s 1975, psychedelics in my p-ss
nah, feel that liquor travelin’ through you torso
and lay yo head back blow that smoke into the ozone
you sacrifice your soul for a cult and you don’t even know
if not for alan watts i woulda been dead a long time ago

[hook]
well b-tch i never listen, pay attention to that hoe sh-t
mothaf-ckas yappin’ like a b-tch but they don’t know sh-t
crucify yo body then pretend i didn’t know
what i was really doin’ plead insanity in court
well b-tch i never listen, pay attention to that hoe sh-t
mothaf-ckas yappin’ like a b-tch but they don’t know sh-t
crucify yo body then pretend i didn’t know
what i was really doin’ plead insanity in court

[verse 2]
never the one to be one in believin’ that one of my demons didn’t know i’m a heathen
debatin’ the meanin’ of genesis ready to die
like a f-ckin’ swine
keep on believin’ a reason to murder the ones that don’t believe in believin’
i am the anti-christ i’m here to put an end to all them hopes you feedin’
keep it g and mothaf-ck a sunday morn in prison
b-tch i had it up to
here
with all of that sh-t you christen
missin’ me with your focus
if hocus pocus turn water to wine
sounds like the wool is over your eyes
i don’t sympathize

[hook]
but b-tch i never listen, pay attention to that hoe sh-t
mothaf-ckas yappin’ like a b-tch but they don’t know sh-t
crucify yo body then pretend i didn’t know
what i was really doin’ plead insanity in court
but b-tch i never listen, pay attention to that hoe sh-t
mothaf-ckas yappin’ like a b-tch but they don’t know sh-t
crucify yo body then pretend i didn’t know
what i was really doin’ plead insanity in court

- ghostemane lyrics

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