
LONGLEGS Grim Salvo (Ft. Witchouse 40k)
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[Chorus: Witchouse 40k]
Ghosts up in the—
Ghosts up in the—
Ghosts up in the—
Ghosts up in the nighttime
Cuttin' ties, I've been running from my lifelines
Flipping money, always living like it's my time
Blowin' gas out the window, going highside
Police on me, never knowing what they might find
Live or die, I'ma hold it down
Had to make it out the bottom, growing from the ground
Slowly rottin' in my coffin, talkin', falling down
Hopping out the cold, I'm leaving smoke up in your whereabouts
[Verse 1: SLEUTH]
I'm a boon from the crick, old runes up on my dick
Blood moon, sip a drip of light, it's poking over the ridge, yeah
Worm food in a ditch, watchin' Dune with my bitch
Sleeplessness, insomnia bugging, got me wobbling off the nic (Rah)
If you still bleed blood like me, that mеans your wig'll split
If you still bleed blood like me, that means you ain't shit
If you still bleed blood likе me, that means your wig'll split
Ugh, if you still bleed blood like me, that means your throat is getting slit, blegh
(Slit, slit, slit)
Why you hate like I don't got the floss
You see, I'm attuned to this shit
Why you making the sign of the cross?
You're seein' this wound on my ribs
Watch me break, 'cause I'm at a loss
The oracle foretold this age
All doomed to be pigs anyway
"Look 'Ma, watch us mutilate the game" (Game, game, game, game)
Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Watch us mutilate the game
Watch me break, 'cause I'm at a loss
The oracle foretold this age
All doomed to be pigs anyway
"Look 'Ma, watch us mutilate the game"
Ghosts up in the—
Ghosts up in the—
Ghosts up in the—
Ghosts up in the nighttime
Cuttin' ties, I've been running from my lifelines
Flipping money, always living like it's my time
Blowin' gas out the window, going highside
Police on me, never knowing what they might find
Live or die, I'ma hold it down
Had to make it out the bottom, growing from the ground
Slowly rottin' in my coffin, talkin', falling down
Hopping out the cold, I'm leaving smoke up in your whereabouts
[Verse 1: SLEUTH]
I'm a boon from the crick, old runes up on my dick
Blood moon, sip a drip of light, it's poking over the ridge, yeah
Worm food in a ditch, watchin' Dune with my bitch
Sleeplessness, insomnia bugging, got me wobbling off the nic (Rah)
If you still bleed blood like me, that mеans your wig'll split
If you still bleed blood like me, that means you ain't shit
If you still bleed blood likе me, that means your wig'll split
Ugh, if you still bleed blood like me, that means your throat is getting slit, blegh
(Slit, slit, slit)
Why you hate like I don't got the floss
You see, I'm attuned to this shit
Why you making the sign of the cross?
You're seein' this wound on my ribs
Watch me break, 'cause I'm at a loss
The oracle foretold this age
All doomed to be pigs anyway
"Look 'Ma, watch us mutilate the game" (Game, game, game, game)
Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Watch us mutilate the game
Watch me break, 'cause I'm at a loss
The oracle foretold this age
All doomed to be pigs anyway
"Look 'Ma, watch us mutilate the game"
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