Lyrics Venvm - Witchouse 40k

Bust down
Pull off with your bust down
Where your bloods now
Pull up and its guns out
I got Louie, Gucci, Fendi, Prada in the cut now
Gotta bug crowd
Pipe down, lights out
Hell hound militia
Bitch we comin' with the six six six
Bitch, you never seen a clip
I pull up let them guns rip
Hell hound militia
Bitch we comin' with the six six six
Bitch, you never seen a clip
I pull up let them guns rip
Trapped inside the walls of my home like a catacomb
Flesh turned to stone when I'm cold, Armor my bones
Crawlin' through the air like a ghost, bodies on the coast
Food for the sharks, let me go, eat 'em like a boat
Pull up with the boys down in Roanoke, sippin' souls
At your throat, little hoe, you get choked out
Pullin' up to my shows in a ghost now
I'm the lord of the morgue, he a corpse now
Pull up with a cough though, from a goth hoe
Keep a Glock in my trap door
Where the bodies rot
You a fox, I'm a lasso
40k, now lets take a shot at a rascal
Put 'em in a box
Pickin' the lock
Fuck with the witch you get shot
Alucard with a mop (stick)
Talkin' a lot
Text me your addy, I pull up alone, bitch I'm ready to start
Trippin' on psilocybin now my soul is flyin'
But my body's shy, I'm feelin' like I'm dyin'
Third eye open, feelin' like a hydra
And my silhouette is lookin' like a spider
Soul on fire, now my soul on fire
Now my soul on fire, now my soul on fire
Soul on fire, now my soul on fire
Now my soul on fire, now my soul on fire

(Ay, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Two Glocks, pocket, Star Fox, hit the kill shot
Run it up, 'till you fall flat, bitch I fuck 'em up
Run it back, like a running back, Somber with the gas
Outta guap, tying toe tags with extended mags
I'm a witch, I am so lonely, tattoo of a crucifix
Resurrecting as a saber tooth, I'm back up in this bitch
Flipped a fifth of holy Bibles, rollin' spliffs of triple six
Alucard on 'em, hard on 'em, throwing bloody fists
(Pulling up with extended mags
Pulling up with extended mags
Pulling up with extended mags
Pulling up with extended mags)