Hellhound Clothes Warlord Colossus (Ft. Witchouse 40k)

[Intro: Warlord Colossus, Witchouse40k]
Woah, woah, woah
Blegh

[Verse 1: Witchouse40k]
Whippin' out Herse to my own show
If you pull up, I be rippin 'em like a photo
I gotta go sleep in my home
And the devil beside me, I never been so low
I drop a bean in a Solo
I got two Glocks so I never be solo
I got too pussy and don't finna blow holes
A skull full of holes and I [?]

[Chorus: Warlord Colossus]
Sick of bein' broke
Pull up to the show with the bros
Reppin' all black hellhound clothes
Call up on ya ho

[Verse 2: Witchouse40k, Warlord Colossus]
Homie in the warlock robe
Pull up with the sawed off
Pull, hellhound and it close
Diamonds on me feel so cold
Silver in my nose
No gold allowed [?]
Colder than a motherfucker
Suffer, come to bring the ruckus
Rock 'em with the punches, ugh
Sick-sick to the stomach
They fall and they plummet, what? (Ayy, ayy)
Smoke yourself from takin' [?] from [?]
Just blowin' nose from patience, yeah (Ugh)
[?] made it, sold my soul to Satan
All my bones are breakin', yuh
Pull up in the chariot
Get a grip, sip sip
When I flippin' it
[?] shit [?] slit
Don't be stupid