Throat Taste Blood Warlord Colossus (Ft. Witchouse 40k)

[Verse 1: Warlord Colossus]
I been tote on my own
You don't want no smoke, cut throat
Swerving to the afterlife with coke all in my nose
I just might levitate fuck on a succubus
I just might sever, like I don't be fuckin' with demons
Like I'm coming with the flames
With the gang with the blue of the flame
I don't be feeling the same
Beat up on my chest like .45 (Whoo)
Hit 'em with the drum, don't try nothin'
Gushing gon' come around bitch I don't play around
Eat 'em like [?], I step on a whore
You really wanna talk some say what
Fucked up on a trip my throat taste blood
I don't want to talk no more say nothin
I'm saying nothing

[Verse 2: Witchouse 40k]
Move with the .60
I post with the heater
My Glock got a scope
And it aim where yo' chain be
Post with the toast and I post with yo' baby
I cover the evidence nobody blame me
I want a shawty and she wanna do me
They all on my dick like they all want my babies
I'm living to die and they all wanna see me
I'm moving alone, I'm a ghost as of lately
Dropping the top, pull up in a Mercedes
I post on the Glock and I shooting a lot
Tripping on acid but acting like Hades
If he want a feature, he pay me a lot
Armor on me and I look like a knight
Shawty gon' suck on my dick every night
I am a bully, my eye on the prize
I beat up a pussy, I'm taking his life