Lyrics GRAVEDIGGER - Witchouse 40k

(Aye)
(I'm with the-)
(I- I- I'm with the-)
(I'm with the gang) (gang)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(Aye)
(I'm with the- I'm with the-)

I'm with the gang (blegh!)
Leaving 'em gully, he break down (yeah)
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
Bitch I'm the gravedigger
Watch your body decay, put the Glock to yo' face

Face it, I come out the cold
Haunted from head to the toe
Forty been talkin to ghosts (gho-)
Pullup his whereabouts
Hollows gon' make 'em erode now
Skully got hundreds of holes
They ain't notice nothin', we makin' no sound
Cemetery, Forty talk with the crows
Hop out the coffin, I came from the slaughter
Got pain, I'mma shatter yo' so- so- 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
Walking 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
Fuck with nobody, I pull up alone

I'm at 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
Motherfucker wanna talk heavy
Hit 'em with the heater, now he soft as ice
Bloodsucker, 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 opps to me next
Bitch I'm a threat
Forty the best
Shot if he gully, get popped like some meds
Knocking his skully, he scarred like a vet
Snatching his soul, leave the body a mess
Piss on your grave I'm gon' (eyugh!)

Knocking 'em out like Suboxone
I'm with the dogs, see the pack, I'm gon' air it out
Block looking haunted, an angel but fallen
I pull up on 'em, put 'em in they collar
See the the opps 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 (sho- sho- shot)

Forty catchin' bodies, keep the Glock on my hip
Motherfucker talking stupid, he got popped in his shit
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, pussy, y'all ain't shit, get your bitch shot
Hands up in his pocket, trade his soul for his wristwatch
And I don't fuck with witnesses, they stories all crisscrossed
I grip Glocks, pull up, spin the block like a pit stop (I'm with the-)

I'm with the gang (eyugh!)
Leaving 'em gully, he break down (yeah)
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
Bitch I'm the gravedigger
Watch your body decay, put the Glock to yo' face (yeah, yeah)