somnium - beelzebubs bungalow lyrics
[intro]
(opening up a putrid p-ssageway in the middle of shane street, to beezlebub’s bungalow many many miles down, i don’t know
as i stared into the darkened void, imagining the h–rds of devils soon to spring forth, i couldn’t help but ponder
how deep does that hole go?)
[hook]
need a hype beat for these hype-beasts so they like me
tryna bite me, haters wanna fight me
am i icy, b-tch i might be, gotta write these
in some lv, run it like some nikes
(x2)
[verse]
calling it voting cause i grip my pole, ay
leave you like spongebob full of holes, ay
dot on your body kinda like a mole, ay
your body like my neck cause that shit’s so cold, ay
son of a demon i ain’t got no soul, ay
sorta like a hot dog, i’m on a roll, ay
groupies in the front when i’m at my shows, ay
step to my set and i’ll burn you like some coal, ay
not talking farming but i’m working for these carats
boys copy lyrics then repeat em like some parrots
turn the b-ss up screaming f-ck your parents
obsessed with me, thinking that you’re a f-ggot
grab it, huh, lemme stack my cabbage
got your b-tch hopping like she a rabbit
you so irrelevant, yea you a has-been
punch you in your d-ck, knock you out like i’m c-ssius
yea i’m a freak, i might suck her toes
only with me cause i buy her clothes
that’s alright cause i got enough dough
and if i want more then i’ll f-ck your hoe
pack my heater, but my bars feel snow
grab my lighter cause i feel so low
got no bottle but i sell my c-ke
and it’s no suicide, but i rope my throat
pussy little f-ck, why you bored inside my mentions
no extension, crush your head, b-tch i do it ain’t no stressing
crowbar to your neck, feel it crack with the connection
go sell another bag and eat the barrel of a wesson
got her screaming like a banshee, tell that b-tch that she can’t have me
she ain’t cl-ssy, talking trashy, bet that dude will wanna stab me
lungs are ashy, fingers flashy, put a hole inside your khakis
b-tterfly knife to my neck while i’m laughing
bludgeon your skull with a rock, i’m a misfit
got my wrist slit, off-white, i’m a rich kid
down a six quick, get addicted
leave you slumped over cause my windows tinted
make fun of myself so you can’t diss this
yellow on my neck but it ain’t no piss b-tch
yea i got jewels but i don’t rip it
call this beat a toilet, cause i just shitted
[hook]
need a hype beat for these hypbeasts so they like me
tryna bite me, haters wanna fight me
am i icy, b-tch i might be, gotta write these
in some lv, run it like some nikes
(x2)
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