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Crying Webs - Witchouse 40k
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Crying Webs Witchouse 40k

Crying Webs - Witchouse 40k
Mula never go to work and now they call me Ferris Beuller
Gold up on my neck but baby shit I'm still a loser
Sagittarius and now my energy is lunar
Fuck the upper class I'll shootchu out your fucking Uber

Open up wide, I'm serpentine
Cobwebs they coming right out of my mind
What is the time where is my slime
Haven't heard from him I hope he's alright
Fuckin' your wife, fuckin' your life
Shit I'm so sick of this, I’m tryna shine
Learned how to fly, wings are so wide
Drinking your blood like I'm drinking on wine

No antidote
Bish I am a cannibal
You flammable
Got iron on my mandible
The chemicals
Now I'm drinking theoreticals
The federalis bish I’m ducking though my meadow

Gotta missile
Headed straight towards San Fransico
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My S.O.S. signal
Pills on my pillow
Case is sleeping by the willow
Jumping off a fucking cliff
Landed right on the middle
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