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letra de acid genesis - witchouse 40k

[verse 1: witchouse 40k]
wake up every morning like i’m in a brand new town (brand new town)
bring the last ones to the ground, there’s h-llhounds in my sound
look around on my lucid dreams of come a like some [?] (give a f-ck)
roundin’ [?] my face up every time i’m feelin’ down
uh, cl!ck clack, f-ckin’ with the b-tch, blow your sh-t back
tree sap, put it in my lungs yeah, need that, need that
suicidal stomach, i’ma feed that, feed that
scratchin’ on my wrist then i bleed black
black, black, full of dead rats in the [?]
ten racks, [?] wash it down the sink and my blade black
get your ass capped if you say that
hazmat lookin’ in the mirror and i shrink
lookin’ in the mirror, tryna see my future clearer
finger on the trigger, pop a pill just like akira
sittin’ by the revenant and wonder, i can’t nearer
and i thought, i heard your b-tch scream, now i can’t hear her
lookin’ in the mirror, tryna see my future clearer
finger on the trigger, pop a pill just like akira
sittin’ by the revenant and wonder, i can’t nearer
and i thought i heard your b-tch scream, now i can’t hear her

f-ckboy actin’ like a b-tch
pull up on him and he get hit, wig split in the moshpit
my soul boutta get ripped
elixiers all burnin’ my lips when i sip on that sh-t
f-ckboy actin’ like a b-tch
pull up on him and he get hit, wig split in the moshpit
my soul boutta get ripped
elixiers all burnin’ my lips when i sip on that sh-t

[verse 2: omenxiii]
i don’t give a f-ck who watch him
i been doin’ my sh-t cause i got to
better open up when you hearin’ me knocking
[?] f-ckin’ my blunt, f-ck his poppin’
got them choppers, b-tch you don’t, just stop it
i be dragging your body to knock this
because louder the bass been droppin’
smokin’ these blunts back to back and that’s off too
probably catch me slaughter on two pills
on that silver bike with that black trim
got a black blade wrapped in cashmere
got that black fabric around my wrist
i got black nails pressed on my skin
got a stress the pressure press [?] again
flesh tight around my skeleton
i don’t wanna die, i don’t wanna live
i, i

- witchouse 40k

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