Stuck on Ishimura Istasha
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[Intro: Sample, Istasha]
[?] Florida man [?] bank stripped naked [?] throwing stolen money everywhere [?] trying [?] man
Istasha this shit fucking sucks
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Windpipe like a bayonet, got a knife on it
IV stuck down, drip through the night
I'ma get it to the the teeth, I need to be feelin' a type
'Cause I take what I want through the tube like a siphon
Habitat gone, slugs leave the shell
Caught huffing the dust, still cuts appear well
I'm a vagabond with chemicals, all painted like bacillin
And if you ever catch me walking, it's backwards straight into hell
[Chorus]
Carving corpse straight out your veins
Vessels crack like porcelain
Harvesting your vitals, slaves, I'm gone, seppuku, don't got no second for a leech
For a leech, no second for a leech
For a leech, no second for a leech
For a leech, no second for a leech
For a leech, no second
[Verse 2]
Cut my tongues, I got incomplete
Set out looking for God like hide and seek
Elite come from your mind, recall to keep
I leave it gnashing, covered in teeth, when I could eat, delete
Persona non grata, got it bathed in that piranha water
Body covered blindly, peeking-peeking back
Or better common sense in that confetti content, I corrupt the body, cut it
Fuck it out, bottom vomit, oh my god [?] puddle
[?] Florida man [?] bank stripped naked [?] throwing stolen money everywhere [?] trying [?] man
Istasha this shit fucking sucks
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Windpipe like a bayonet, got a knife on it
IV stuck down, drip through the night
I'ma get it to the the teeth, I need to be feelin' a type
'Cause I take what I want through the tube like a siphon
Habitat gone, slugs leave the shell
Caught huffing the dust, still cuts appear well
I'm a vagabond with chemicals, all painted like bacillin
And if you ever catch me walking, it's backwards straight into hell
[Chorus]
Carving corpse straight out your veins
Vessels crack like porcelain
Harvesting your vitals, slaves, I'm gone, seppuku, don't got no second for a leech
For a leech, no second for a leech
For a leech, no second for a leech
For a leech, no second for a leech
For a leech, no second
[Verse 2]
Cut my tongues, I got incomplete
Set out looking for God like hide and seek
Elite come from your mind, recall to keep
I leave it gnashing, covered in teeth, when I could eat, delete
Persona non grata, got it bathed in that piranha water
Body covered blindly, peeking-peeking back
Or better common sense in that confetti content, I corrupt the body, cut it
Fuck it out, bottom vomit, oh my god [?] puddle
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