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twentythree - graveworld.tv/live lyrics

[intro: witchouse 40k]
f+ckin’ at ’em [?] sunlight [?]
i be getting money with the ghost
forty in a month, see the bloodline
[?] try see me other for the froze
motherf+cker talk when a gun fight
gun .45, i could lay em’ on a road
body full of bullets, leave the tongue tied
demon in us, yeah, turn them into tone

istasha, this sh+t f+cking sucks
[verse 1: istasha]
changes stuck in that cage, stake right through me to my face
now dead [?] is numb, my set, now sticking up, pinned down, poppin’ off+leash, okay
that’s [?] for me [?] lie with that intel, that’s treason
you switch your colors in the back to hide, you change like the seasons
i call that [?], talking like a parasite
sucking down, talking like a leech, alright, uh
f+ck 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

[chorus: istasha]
fade away the scene, black roses on the screen, got me feeling so lost, [?] strapped in guillotines
away with these black roses on the screen, got me feeling so lost, [?] strapped in guillotines

[verse 2: twentythree]
razor in the skin of anybody, feel a body turn into a ghost
i’ve been away with a bath full of [?]
left in the dirt, i sever the soul, [?] 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 i pack and watch it 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
breath for time to may h+ll way, no breathin’ time in this dead sp+ce
[verse 3: witchouse 40k]
keep a sp+cing so just take his body, keep it factin’ on me [?] baby’s b+lls
spider walking out the cellar, i [?] through his window, he turn to a ghost
got a mouth full of venom, he’s safe from n0body, i lock him [?] and his t++th for the gold
spin ’round the block when i came, forty shot in my property, [?] the glock to your skull
i got calibers on me, i target his [?] ’till he cough, i’m a god to my bag to my hands in your pockets
i’m a god when i’m on ’em to walk to the [?] with the gang to your miss to a target
skeleton closet, i’m talking to shadows, often [?] told me i’m better alone in this b+tch
poison his body, i swarm his stomach way i float up and pop it [?]

- twentythree lyrics

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