LOCUST EFFECT

By Witchouse 40k

Released on December 10, 2022

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[Chorus]

(A-All these, a-all these pussies lookin')

A-All these pussies lookin' dumb up in this bitch

When I run up in this bitch, I got guns up on me

Banshee haunt 'em from the dungeons out the crypts

Start a rumble in this bitch, broken knuckles, get the blood up off me

Pull up on 'em, all these pussies lookin' dumb up in this bitch

When I run up in this bitch, I got guns up on me

Banshee haunt 'em from the dungeons out the crypts

Start a rumble in this bitch, broken knuckles, get the blood up off me


[Verse 1]

I let my fangs drain 'em, venom through his gang's brain (Ayy)

Pussy fuck around, (Ayy) I spin your block and let my nuts hang

Wicked bloodline leakin' from the main veins

Ducking outta cover, hit my shots and make 'em vacate (Vacate)

Went and told my mama I'ma blow up

Droppin' like atomic, walk the Earth, survive the roaches

Talking like the locusts do, (Ayy) warlock with the potions

Sacred broken silhouettes, no angels where it's hopeless

Heart been frozen in this bitch

Termites in the walls, I'm rottin' broken out the crypts

Keep my fangs sharp, I been smokin' out the zip (Zip)

Hoppin' up out the cut, a couple angels on my dick for the pay stubs

Lord ghost, night crawlin' out the tundra

Body snatcher from the dungeons in the gallows with the ghosts, bitch

Bank is fulla hexes, stashin' mud up like no other

If he stand up in the way, I bleed him down and break his bones

Got up out the archives, candy flippin' hard drives

Lucy in the vile, I up the dosage like I drop five

Hyper re-aligned, opened wide, I'm seein' star signs

Hybrids on the buffer, flip the scope just like a carbine, woah

Double cup, sippin' heavy, talkin' funny, woah

Zombie walkin', knock 'em often, armed and deadly, woah

Whispers in my conscious, leave 'em snot-nosed

The .4/50 hit the shots and let my opps know, fall back


[Chorus]

All these pussies lookin' dumb up in this bitch

When I run up in this bitch, I got guns up on me

Banshee haunt 'em from the dungeons out the crypts

Start a rumble in this bitch, broken knuckles, get the blood up off me

Pull up on 'em, all these pussies lookin' dumb up in this bitch

When I run up in this bitch, I got guns up on me

Banshee haunt 'em from the dungeons out the crypts

Start a rumble in this bitch, broken knuckles, get the blood up off me


[Verse 2]

Ergh

When I run up in this bitch, out the jungle I'm an ape, boy, mark 'em with the switch, uh

Ayy, from the dungeons out the crypts, snatchin' bodies like a wraith, boy, Glocky make 'em flip like

Ayy, I turn my shawty from a club to a Hills bitch (Hills bitch)

New Balenci' when she walkin', make her heels click (Heels click)

Big Glocks up in my pockets when I'm cold, I got scopes up on my body like a visionary

Predatory devil dog militia out the cemetery

40 spit obituaries, haunt 'em, rot his sanctuary

We out the ground, my demons crawl up out his pockets

Psycho, trick 'em out his treats, I shake 'em down and leave his costume buried

Flip bodies, big stitches on my wrist now

My shawty gutter born, she move her Glock to sit down

Big mouths, fuck it, bullets hit 'em, make 'em spin 'round

Trigger finger itchin', body twitchin', leave 'em six down

Pull up pistol grippin', don't miss

I never flinch, I hack the system, knock his skull, no assist

I snatch his soul and watch him sink down, knock his ribs out

He on slick ground, flip pounds, I don't switch plugs, I got big rounds

Swerved out, fuck around, he out the burbs now

Loud up on the 'net, but when we pull up he a church mouse

Family merched up, yeah, I got it out the dirt

Got my bullies out the county, all my brothers put in work now


[Chorus]

Ayy, all these pussies lookin' dumb up in this bitch

When I run up in this bitch, I got guns up on me

Banshee haunt 'em from the dungeons out the crypts

Start a rumble in this bitch, broken knuckles, get the blood up off me

Pull up on 'em, all these pussies lookin' dumb up in this bitch

When I run up in this bitch, I got guns up on me

Banshee haunt 'em from the dungeons out the crypts

Start a rumble in this bitch, broken knuckles, get the blood up off me, blegh


[Outro]

The sky may break and fall when the masses overpower the Sun, this is the truest sense of unified destruction. Fueling such a plague is a bounty of vegetation following unusually heavy rains, growth, and abundance. All new living food growth means the landscape can support a huge number of rapidly feeding insects and creatures that thrive in the dark. Together, we swarm