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witchouse 40k - idontflinch lyrics

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[intro]
gunshots and dog barking

[hook: lil6ixxx]
b-tch i’m dead, from the brain down what you talkin’ bout
pull that .40 out and let it bust and i’ma walk it out
they been talking all that f-cking sh-t but i can’t hear em now
keep a glock c-cked on my block, b-tch we can shoot it out
b-tch i’m dead, from the brain down what you talkin’ bout
pull that .40 out and let it bust and i’ma walk it out
they been talking all that f-cking sh-t but i can’t hear em now
keep a glock c-cked on my block, b-tch we can shoot it out

[verse 1: witchouse 40k]
i’ma broke boy now
float down, in the listerine
nicotine, all up in my bloodstream
ketamine
spiderweb scope, red beam
comin’ out a dream
wake up on the scene
look at me
h-ll is heavenly
cl1ck clack
leave his ego in the dirt
f-ck a mozzy in a he-rs-
made a mask out all my shirts
huh
pop a perc
smoke a sack and head to work
with the goblins in the earth
all my homies introverts
hoe

[hook: lil6ixxx]
b-tch i’m dead, from the brain down what you talkin’ bout
pull that .40 out and let it bust and i’ma walk it out
they been talking all that f-cking sh-t but i can’t hear em now
keep a glock c-cked on my block, b-tch we can shoot it out
b-tch i’m dead, from the brain down what you talkin’ bout
pull that .40 out and let it bust and i’ma walk it out
they been talking all that f-cking sh-t but i can’t hear em now
keep a glock c-cked on my block, b-tch we can shoot it out

[verse 2: witchouse 40k]
mopstick, gonna shoot em out the c-ckpit
thot b-tch, got her f-ckin’ homie that’s a promise
lock pick, pull up on p-ssy in the comments
vomit, sucking d-ck but lookin’ like a novice
yuh
load a round
smoke em out
out da whip
out da house
blow a pound
now i got a b-tch, bringing the window down
pull up wit the gang, h-llhounds with a body count
keep a glock c-cked on my block, b-tch we can shoot it out
babylon!
regiment!
head hung
sediment
in the bong
reppin’ nephilim
summon em up
f-ckin’ em up
better run home
load a mop stick made a bones at your megadome
never calling home, ’cause i’m all alone
water in my tomb, scratching at the stones
looking at the moon, as i move along, move alone
summoning up a ghost for the conversations



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