Testo HOBGOBLIN - Witchouse 40k
Testo della canzone HOBGOBLIN (Witchouse 40k), tratta dall'album HOBGOBLIN
(Ay, ay, ay, yuh)
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Ei-ei-eight legs, zombie walking, now I'm talkin' with the crows
Cemetery tiptoeing, hoppin' over bones
40 feelin' cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove like that (hoof)
40 out the bottom, kickin' doors like that, like that (hoof, hoof)
I lay your teeth on the road
Stomp it and take out your soul, soul
Eight legs, zombie walking, now I'm talkin' with the crows
Cemetery tiptoeing, hoppin' over bones
40 feelin' cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove like that (hoof)
40 out the bottom, kickin' doors like that, like that (hoof, hoof)
I lay your teeth on the road
Stomp it and take out your soul, soul (hoof)
40 always fiendin', I'm a demon out the box, box
Devil up on my shoulder, leave 'em coughing 'til' they rot
Pull up, I'm gon' bring the problem to the motherfuckin' block
New strap with a dot, run up on 'em, he get knock-knocked
Pull up with a Glock, bump stock for the opps
Real talk, motherfucker, bullets take away his thoughts
Actin' so soft, so I had to cut 'em off
Got the mind up on the money, I could never take a loss, loss
40 alone, where they at?
Glock on my body, no rats and I bag 'em, no cap-cap-cap
Yuh, slasher his clique, he ain't bout that
Holes in his lung make 'em gasp
Nova they back, burn 'em up like the sun
We gon' run through they home, 'cause I came up from nothin'
Broke out the bottom, was raised on the run
I won't ever look back, all my scars turning numb, numb
Police on me, run off like a rabbit
I'm gon' eat it, flush it, here you want it? Have it!
Flip the mattress, I'on know what happened
"No Your Honor, sorry, I got sober habits"
Witchy lurkin', all these artists actin'
I came out the dungeon, got my mama's baggage
Bring out the ghosts from his past, hold a grudge like a movie
I'm creepin' all up in his attic 'ic
I got a gun, Lil' 40 gon' run up
I'm charged like a battery, 'bout all the static
I see his chain, I'm gon' grab it
I'm upping his budget, he broke like he pay me in taxes
Bitch try and play me
I nut on her face and I call up and tell all her exes she average
I got a Glock with a scope, put a shot through your throat
Leave 'em coughing up heat like a dragon
Eight legs, zombie walking, now I'm talkin' with the crows
Cemetery tiptoeing, hoppin' over bones
40 feelin' cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove like that (hoof)
40 out the bottom, kickin' doors like that, like that (hoof, hoof)
I lay your teeth on the road
Stomp it and take out your soul
Eight legs, zombie walking, now I'm talkin' with the crows
Cemetery tiptoeing, hoppin' over bones
40 feelin' cold, no heart, see the hole
Tryna pick up all the pieces, pick the petal off the rose
Came from Betty Crocker, now I cook it on the stove like that (hoof)
40 out the bottom, kickin' doors like that, like that (hoof, hoof)
I lay your teeth on the road
Stomp it and take out your soul-soul (hoof, hoof)
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Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Mackenzie Edward Cook
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