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witchouse 40k – gravedigger lyrics

[intro]
i’m with the+, i’m with the+, i’m with the gang

[chorus]
i’m with the+, i’m with the+, i’m with the gang, blegh
leaving em gully, he breakdown
we turn em haunted, he scarred in the skully, his skeleton glass when it breaks
forty been uppin it, open up, see em i run up, he falling right into his grave now
b+tch i’m the gravedigger, watch your body decay, put the glock to yo face

[verse]
face it, i come out the cold
haunted from head to the toe
forty been talkin to ghosts
pull+up his wheareabouts
hollows gon make em erode now
skully got hunnids of holes
they ain’t notice nothin, we makin no sound
cemetary, forty talk with the crows
hop out the coffin, i came from the slaughter
got pain, imma shatter yo soul
don’t get too close
aim at your chin, leave a lump in your throat
break in the castle, i’m takin your throne
i keep a glock on me, came up from poverty, waking with confidence, stay decomposed
hop out my coffin, i resurrect slowly
look in my eyes, see the black in my soul
bottomless severance, never been lonely
f+ck n0body, i pull up alone
i’m his home with the glocky out, bro want the smoke with me, giving em cottonmouth
i’m on the block and i’m poppin out, catch em in traffic we not gonna talk it out
muhf+cka wanna talk heavy, hit em with the heater, now he soft as ice
bloodsucka, i been coffin ready, like the undead, i ain’t scared to die
gun to your head
glock with a beam, i don’t bust at your legs
forty a demon, i talk with the dead
skeleton boy, send my ops to me next
b+tch i’m a threat
forty the best
shot if he gully, get popped like sum meds
knocking his skully, he scarred like a vet
sn+tching his soul, leave the body a mess
p+ss on your grave i’m gon, eugh
knocking em out like suboxone
i’m with the dogs, see his pack, i’m gon air out
block looking haunted, an angel but fallen
i pull up on em, put em in they collar
see the the ops rollin, i got heaters on me, i’m gon end it slowly if he wanna talk
fifty on me, i’m gon pop it off, and i got targets dropping, i could send a shot
[bridge]
forty catchin bodies, keep the glock on my hip
muhf+cka talking stupid, he got popped in his sh+t
your wig split, crack and bodies, i leave blood in they spit
i keep that razor wire tucked, i wrap the bat, make em flip flop
your clique soft, p+ssy y’all ain’t sh+t get your b+tch shot
hands up in his pocket, trade his soul for his wrist watch
and i don’t f+ck wit witnesses, they stories all criss crossed
i grip glocks, pullup spin the block like a pit stop

- witchouse 40k lyrics

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