Testo Idontflinch - Witchouse 40k
Testo della canzone Idontflinch (Witchouse 40k), tratta dall'album Idontflinch
Yeah
(Ha ha ha ha ha)
Ey, ey
Bitch- Bitch-
Bitch I'm- Bitch I'm dead from the brain down, what you talkin' 'bout?
Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I'mma walk it out
They been talking all that fucking shit but I can't hear 'em now
Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out
Bitch I'm dead from the brain down, what you talkin' 'bout?
Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I'mma walk it out
They been talking all that fucking shit but I can't hear 'em now
Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out
I'm a broke boy now
Float down, in the Listerine
Nicotine, all up in my bloodstream
Ketamine, spiderweb scope, red beam
Comin' out a dream
Wake up on the scene
Look at me, hell is heavenly
Click clack
Leave his ego in the dirt
Fuck a Masi' and a hearse
Made a mask out all my shirts, uh
Pop a Perc', smoke a sack and head to work
With the goblins in the earth
All my homies introverts, ay (bitch I'm-)
Bitch I'm dead from the brain down, what you talkin' 'bout?
Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I'mma walk it out
They been talking all that fucking shit but I can't hear 'em now
Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out
Bitch I'm dead from the brain down, what you talkin' 'bout?
Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I'mma walk it out
They been talking all that fucking shit but I can't hear 'em now
Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out
Mopstick, gonna shoot 'em out the cockpit
Thot bitch, got her fuckin' homie, that's a promise
Lockpick, pull up on the pussy in the comments
Vomit, sucking dick but lookin' like a novice, yuh
Load a round, smoke 'em out
Out the whip, out the house
Blow a pound
Now I got a bitch, bringing the window down
Pull up with the gang, Hellhounds with a body count
Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out
Babylon, regiment
Head hung, sediment
In the bong, reppin' Nephilim
Summon 'em up
Fuckin' 'em up, better run home
Load a mopstick made of bones at your megadome
Never calling home, 'cause I'm all alone (uh, ay)
Water in my tomb, scratching at the stones (at the stones)
Looking at the moon, as I move along, move alone
Summoning up a ghost for the conversations, ay
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Writer(s): Michael Mcewan
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