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ghostemane - rusty chains lyrics

[verse 1: ghostemane]
see i been kickin’ it with my homie scoob, it’s half past four
he rollin a blunt and i’m sittin there thinkin about how life gets old
sometimes all i really wanna do is disappear in a cloud of black smoke
and then reappear like houdini
with no feelins, no feelins to show
and i got these chains
got these rusty chains around my ankles
and on the other end, i see satan pullin me as i dangle
down down
into the unknown abyss
and i’m wishin i could just come back one more time so i could settle shit
but i can’t
so jump on in the fire is great
so many mothaf-ckas told me i would end up in this lake
for loading a 9 millimeter into my glock and then to my brain
but shouts out to aleister crowley, yo writing is keepin me sane

[verse 2: ramirez]
now take caution cause i’m k!llin bustas
with a glock 45
ramirez in the cut go run and hide
f-ckin wit me and it be yo demise
triple six is was i’m reppin
creepin out that f-ckin dungeon
schema posse, g*59
you better start to count yo blessins
as i k!ll you when i pulls up inside of my chevy thang
smoked out loced out
i’m steady gankin on them bustas mane
pullin out the street sweeper
i got ana off my chest
with any busta mothaf-cka who be tryna test
my nuts not givin a f-ck
i’m f-ckin shit up
knuckin and buckin i’m servin these suckas
i’m whipin these glocks so be ready to run
cause i’m on the hunt
choppin b-tches heads off
throw em inside of the shadow, b-tch
aim yo glock so f-ckin quick cause i’m burnin up yo body b-tch
b-tch
b-tch
b-tch
b-tch
b-tch
b-tch

[outro: ghostemane & ramirez]
i been kickin’ it with my homie scoob, it’s half past four
he rollin a blunt and i’m sittin there thinkin about how life gets old
sometimes all i really wanna do is disappear in a cloud of black smoke
and then reappear like houdini
with no feelins, no feelins to show
and i got these chains
got these rusty chains around my ankles
and on the other end, i see satan pullin me as i dangle
down
now take caution cause i’m k!llin bustas
with a glock 45
ramirez in the cut go run and hide
f-ckin wit me and it be yo demise
triple six is was i’m reppin
creepin out that f-ckin dungeon
schema posse, g*59
you better start to count yo blessins
as i k!ll you when i pulls up inside of my chevy thang
smoked out loced out
i’m steady gankin on them bustas mane
pullin out the street sweeper
i got ana off my chest
with any busta mothaf-cka who be tryna test
test
test
test
test

- ghostemane lyrics

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