Текст песни GARGOYLE - Witchouse 40k

(Grrrah, grrrah)
(Ay, ay ay ay)
(Yeah, ay, yeah)
(Yeah)
(Ay, ay, ay)
(Ay, ay, ay)
(Ay, ay, ay)
(Ay, ay)
(And I'm hoppin'-, and I'm hoppin'-)

And I'm hoppin' out the grave
Catacomb, walking out the coffin
No moon, I been stomping out the rain
Got a bullet in the brain
Pull up out the coffin, no jaw
Jigsaw with the mask up on the face
I ain't ever gon' play no games though
Gold up on the fangs, okay okay
Catch a body, make a stain, taking halos
I could never leave a trace, okay, okay

(Blegh!)
Glock .40, bullets spray your body
Fiending lately, spiders on me crawling
I got opps watching, but they never got me
Got a demon with me, I ain't scared of falling (roof)
Ridin' round robbin' all the rich (roof)
Ridin' round grimy off rip (roof)
Ridin' round, I been in the mix (roof)

Scythe in my hand, wipe the blood from the blade
I could rip out your soul with it
Chain on me voodoo, I come for your bones
Hellhound Militia, the ghost and the family
He testing the gang then we leaving 'em broke
Glo-Glock with a scope
Skeleton boy, so the girls on my dick with me always on go
Who want the smoke with me?
Pull up with gang for the throne
You want problems, I'm making 'em choke (choke)

Hole in my chest where my lung is
I cut out my heart and I start to decay
I keep that rot on my body, your bitch said she want me
A zombie, she give me her brain
Walk out the dungeon, I move on your block
Keep my hand on your neck, I'm gon' take off your chain
I bought a Glock for my mama, my blood stay protected
You know I'm gon' put that on gang

I put the Glock to your skully
I'm cocking it back and your body gon' turn to a range
I'm with gorillas and villains, we come from the dirt
See the scars, you and me not the same
I send a shot at 'em often, I'm never gon' lack
I been loading up bodies in graves
Came from the cell fully auto, I'm hollow
It's still free my brothers from out of the cage, what

From the blade, I could rip out your soul
Ch- Ch- Chain on me voodoo, I come for your bone- (bo-)
Hellhound Militia, the ghost and the family
He testing the gang then we leavin' 'em broke
Glock with a scope
Skeleton boy so the girls on my dick with me always on go
Who want the smoke with me?
Pull up with gang for the throne
You want problems, I'm making 'em choke

And I'm hoppin' out the grave
Catacomb, walking out the coffin
No moon, I been stomping out the rain
Got a bullet in the brain
Pull up out the coffin, no jaw
Jigsaw with the mask up on the face
I ain't ever gon' play no games though
Gold up on the fangs, okay, okay
Catch a body, make a stain, taking halos
I could never leave a trace, okay, okay

(Blegh!)
Glock .40, bullets spray your body
Fiending lately, spiders on me crawling
I got opps watching, but they never got me
Got a demon with me, I ain't scared of falling (roof)
Ridin' round robbin' all the rich (roof)
Ridin' round grimy off rip (roof)
Ridin' round, I been in the mix (roof)
Ridin' round, 40 on the wrist (roof)

(What, yuh, what, yeah)
(What, yuh, what, yeah)