Testo Rapture - Ghostemane
Testo della canzone Rapture (Ghostemane), tratta dall'album Plagues
I'm sodomizin' your bitch, 'til the dawn break
Hands surroundin' all her neck, 'til she red faced
Buddha on my throat, 'cause I meditate
You fuckin' waste of space, don't you procreate
I'm sodomizin' your bitch, 'til the dawn break
Hands surroundin' all her neck, 'til she red faced
Buddha on my throat, 'cause I meditate
You fuckin' waste of space, don't you procreate
Soon as the moon hit its peak, bound your hands and feet
Placing my hand on your face, uttering Latin speech
Pulling a dagger up outta my waist I place it in between your teeth
Soon as Vega hits the Zenith, I pull it and you bleed
I don't respond to no beef, I would rather croak
I'm too enlightened to speak, yes, I am too woke
Pentagram on my skin, but just to provoke
You to question and seek what you think you know
Ayy! Don't pop, fuck dope
Drunk at the Citadel
Sip the blood of Christ
Drive, now I got a DUI
Old soul, really though
Never leave my house, I don't wanna go anywhere
'Cause in a full room, I'm alone
No, I don't feel like I'm from here at all
Think a meteor with my cells hit Earth here long ago
Makin' me a thing from a world where we don't give a fuck
About what anyone else doin', I would rather not know
I'm sodomizin' your bitch, 'til the dawn break
Hands surroundin' all her neck, 'til she red faced
Buddha on my throat, 'cause I meditate
You fuckin' waste of space, don't you procreate
I'm sodomizin' your bitch, 'til the dawn break
Hands surroundin' all her neck, 'til she red faced
Buddha on my throat, 'cause I meditate
You fuckin' waste of space, don't you procreate
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Writer(s): Eric Whitney
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