BoneGrip Witchouse 40k (Ft. 83HADES)

[Verse 1: Witchouse 40k]
Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy
Heat-seeking sabertooth grim reaping
Magazine depleting let me leave you leaking
Heat-seeking 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)
Razorblade 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 twenty 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 bullet vest, 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
Wrapping my hand like a mummy (Ayy)
I put my dick in her tummy, yeah
Sabertooth Glock with a night, sight
Hit him with the sawed-off shotty, yeah
Stand up we catching a body, yeah
Pitbull off a molly, yeah
Kawasaki what I nollie, yeah
Nagasaki everybody