[Intro]

Xietto

Soulker

[Verse 1: Witchouse 40k]

Run up with a curse and a hearse, put 'em on a shirt

Cock back, leave your body in the dirt

Hands in your pocket, and hands in your purse

I been robbin', Andromeda walkin' the earth

I ain't heal 'til I'm doublin' the turnout, bitch

You can hurt, we ain't ever gonna work out

Fuck a droptop, I be in the hearse when I swerve out

I'ma catch a body go to work, I'm from the south

Heard that you running your mouth

Bitch, I'ma spit in her mouth

Cutting the sound like I come with the scouts

Run with the pack like I run through your house

Flip me a brick and I smoke me an ounce

Of it, he lifting weights, pussy I'm liftin' pounds

I am the king, you can see on the crown

And my Glock got extensions leave shells in your gowns

I'ma get rich off the loud, ayy

I got a bitch from the crowd, ayy

Said that she wanted a subie ho

But she didn't have enough clout, yeah

I put a gun in your mouth, yeah

I'm in your walls like a mouse

I just got blood on Ksubis, ho

And I just got blood on my town

Marks on my wrist, I been feeling so worthless

I caught me a case and I think that it's worth it

Hunting for snakes got me lookin' for serpents

He building a bridge and I'm starting to burn it

I got a Pirat with tats on her throat

Open her coffin and spit on her bones

I want her heart but I'm takin' her soul away

Shawty gon' fuck me, she want her a ghost

[Verse 2: Warlord Colossus]

I don't really like the energy that you've been fucking with

I'm comin' and I send 'em in the cold

Creepy crawly walking out the dungeon

Spooky skeleton we come and kick the dirt up on the rose

Look up and pray to my Allah

Talk to my dead friends, they talk a lot

Think I might visit they coffin

I'm hearing voices too often

Coming out the cemetery

Boy, you thought it was a sanctuary

Pop a couple sedetaries with a sagitarry ho

Got me feeling slow

I don't wanna talk about it though

How you gonna get me off the show?

I'm on my own, I sell a repost and go to the store

I do not deal with the Devil no more

I do this shit by my lone

Hellhound militia, they come for the throne

I'm blowing smoke

Look over my shoulder for all of my enemies

Stay on my toes, not comatose

Popping that Molly, that shit got me

Nauseous I'm holding my throat

Popping that Molly, that shit got me

Nauseous I'm holding my throat