Текст песни Baraka - Witchouse 40k

Yeah, aye, aye, yeah, aye
Heatseeking sabertooth grim reaping
Magazine depleting let me leave you leaking
Heatseeking sabertooth grim reaping
Magazine depleting let me leave you leaking

Cigarette in my motherfucking vest
Witch of the West with a bullet-hole chest
Crucifix crest, silver bullets stay blessed (up)
Razerblade stress, so obsessed, never rest (up)
Playin possessed, pocket rocket suppressed
Air drop me your location
Pulling up with bloody fists, oh bitch
Sold my soul to Hades
For a Glock and 20 hollow tips
Hollow witch, ick, made a stitch
Creeping in your mirror bitch
83 plus 40k equals triple six

She suck me up in a minivan
Your bulletvest, made of frying pans
Shoot yo mans, like I'm shooting cans
Bitch I'm catching hands, like a fucking man
Outta quap, where the black mask
Flashback, to a past stash
Hack slash, where the gang at
Bullet case flash, make your brain ash