APPALACHIA

Текст песни Witchouse 40k - APPALACHIA

Cemetery, past full of ghosts
Pull-up with a blade, with a scope out
Cock back, got my hand up on your chain to your throat
Bitch I'm from the jungle, where's the smoke at?
Skull crack, witchy leaving bullets in they bros, yugh
Pullup and I'm dishing them toe tags
A bully of the bandits, I'ma leave them wit' no mask
Got no hands, smack a pussy rapper, get blown back
My hands up in his coffin, he not getting his bones back, yugh

Pull up to your addy with the glock out
Fifty in the drum, I squeeze the trigger he get shot down
We pop out pulling right up, I see 'em and I call out
Walkin' out the coffin I'm about to hold the block down, yugh

Pull-up alone, we gon' pop out
Best have that two's on your side when you walk up
Extension all on me, I'm turning the block down
He want the smoke wit' the gang, he get shot up

No there's no time for change
I give no mind to the pain
In the back it's a stack of decay
I don't hear the complaints
Wash it now there's blood up in the paint
Fuck it up and see the body shake
I never needed to relate
Slowly now I'm headed to the grave

Only waiting so I find the shade
With a safe and a blade
Run with delay on my brain and I
Won't need to work on my aim
Know they're talking bout nothing
Through all the silence I'm hearing the other
Side see I can tell you he's bluffing
No they ain't do that

All of the talk on the internet ending with half
Of him stuck in a blue bag
I think you knew that where is the truth at?
I need to find a way out of the end I've
Been tying and bringing the noose back, who that?