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letra de locust effect - witchouse 40k

[chorus]
(a-all these, a-all these p-ssies lookin’)
a-all these p-ssies lookin’ dumb up in this b-tch
when i run up in this b-tch, i got guns up on me
banshee haunt ’em from the dungeons out the crypts
start a rumble in this b-tch, broken knuckles, get the blood up off me
pull up on ’em, all these p-ssies lookin’ dumb up in this b-tch
when i run up in this b-tch, i got guns up on me
banshee haunt ’em from the dungeons out the crypts
start a rumble in this b-tch, broken knuckles, get the blood up off me
[verse 1]
i let my fangs drain ’em, venom through his gang’s brain (ay)
p-ssy f-ck around, (ay) i spin your block and let my nuts hang
wicked bloodline leakin’ from the main veins
ducking outta cover, hit my shots and make ’em vacate (vacate)
went and told my mama i’ma blow up
droppin’ like atomic, walk the earth, survive the roaches
talking like the locusts do, (ay) warlock with the potions
sacred broken silhouettes, no angels where its hopeless
heart been frozen in this b-tch
termites in the walls, i’m rottin’ broken out the crypts
keep my fangs sharp, i been smokin’ out the zip (zip)
hoppin’ up out the coupe, a couple angels on my d-ck for the pay stubs
lil’ ghost, now he crawlin’ out the tundra
body sn-tch him from the dungeons in the gallows with the ghosts, b-tch
bank is fulla hexes, stashin’ mud up like no other
if he stand up in the way, i bleed him down and break his bones
got up out the archives, candy flippin’ hard drives
lucy in the vile, i up the dosage like a drop five
hyper re-aligned, opened wide, i’m seein’ star signs
hybrids on the buffer, flip the score just like a carbine, woah
double cup sippin’, heavy talkin’ funny, woah
zombie walkin’, knock ’em often, armed and deadly, woah
whispers in my conscious, leave ’em snot-nosed
the .4/50 hit the shots and let my ops know, fall back
[chorus]
all these p-ssies lookin’ dumb up in this b-tch
when i run up in this b-tch, i got guns up on me
banshee haunt ’em from the dungeons out the crypts
start a rumble in this b-tch, broken knuckles, get the blood up off me
pull up on ’em, all these p-ssies lookin’ dumb up in this b-tch
when i run up in this b-tch, i got guns up on me
banshee haunt ’em from the dungeons out the crypts
start a rumble in this b-tch, broken knuckles, get the blood up off me

[verse 2]
ergh
when i run up in this b-tch, out the jungle i’m an ape, boy, mark ’em with the switch, uh
aye, from the dungeons out the crypts, sn-tchin’ bodies like a wraith, boy, glocky make ’em flip like
aye, i turn my shawty from a club to a hills b-tch (hills b-tch)
new balenci’ when she walkin’, make her heels cl!ck (heels cl!ck)
big glocks up in my pockets when i’m cold, i got scopes up on my body like a visionary
predatory devil dog militia out the cemetery
.40 spit obituaries, haunt ’em, rot his santuary
we out the ground, my demons crawl up out his pockets
psycho, trick ’em out his treats, i shake ’em down and leave his costume buried
flip bodies, big stitches on my wrist now
my shawty gutter born, she move her glock to sit down
big mouths, f-ck it, bullets let’s hit ’em make ’em spin ’round
trigger finger itchin’, body twitchin’ leave ’em six down
pullup pistol grippin’, don’t miss
i never flinch, i hack the system, knock his skull, no assist
i sn-tch his soul and watch him sink down, knock his ribs out
he on sl!ck ground, flip pounds, i don’t switch plugs, i got big rounds
morphed out, f-ck around, he out the burbs now
loud up on the ‘net, but when we pull up he a church mouse
family merched up, yeah i got it out the dirt
got my bullies out the county, all my brothers put in work now
[chorus]
aye, all these p-ssies lookin’ dumb up in this b-tch
when i run up in this b-tch, i got guns up on me
banshee haunt ’em from the dungeons out the crypts
start a rumble in this b-tch, broken knuckles, get the blood up off me
pull up on ’em, all these p-ssies lookin’ dumb up in this b-tch
when i run up in this b-tch, i got guns up on me
banshee haunt ’em from the dungeons out the crypts
start a rumble in this b-tch, broken knuckles, get the blood up off me, blech

[outro]
the sky may break and fall when the masses overpower the sun, this is the truest sense of unified destruction. fueling such a plague is a bounty of vegetation following unusually heavy rains, growth, and abundance. all new living food growth means the landscape can support a huge number of rapidly feeding insects and creatures that thrive in the dark. together, we swarm

- witchouse 40k

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