Magdalene ​billy woods (Ft. E L U C I D)

[Intro: E L U C I D]
Yeah
She's like, "How you- how you like it?"
I said, "I like it like butter"

[Verse 1: E L U C I D]
Suck my dick and tell me I'm beautiful
How I wake up in her jaws been the usual
What's sacred, what's suitable
What's profane, Magdalene
Wash me with her hair from sole to cuticle
Send him through the roof
Straight up to the moon again
Moody control, getting at the root
Seed bearing fruit
Breaking skin, I got the juice now
Can't waste a minute, I birthed a few styles
Who they hot-pursuing?
I heard I was in Houston
Won't catch 'em running like that brother from Carson
Black market arms push up the margin
Buffing chinks in the armor
Weighing Carbon's karma
Don't tell me who you are, I'm asking who you aren't
All city, tell me where you want it
I'll be there in the morning
Deserving of the rarest garments
Riding 'round buzzed
Peel toward darkness
Scrape your face to this
Bought three Ziplocs couldn't wait to spark it
Finger lime in the spice shop, spinning
Spilling cheap red on white socks
Planetary rhythm
Odd pocket on the houndstooth
Sliding through
Sometime the song find you
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