Ghostmane — Rapture
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I’m sodomizin’ your bitch, ’til the dawn breakHands surroundin’ all her neck, ’til she red facedBuddha on my throat, ’cause I meditateYou fuckin’ waste of space, don’t you procreate
I’m sodomizin’ your bitch, ’til the dawn breakHands surroundin’ all her neck, ’til she red facedBuddha on my throat, ’cause I meditateYou fuckin’ waste of space, don’t you procreate
Soon as the moon hit its peak, bound your hands and feetPlacing my hand on your face, uttering Latin speechPulling a dagger up outta my waist I place it in between your teethSoon as Vega hits the Zenith, I pull it and you bleedI don’t respond to no beef, I would rather croakI’m too enlightened to speak, yes, I am too wokePentagram on my skin, but just to provokeYou to question and seek what you think you know
Ayy! Don’t pop, fuck dopeDrunk at the CitadelSip the blood of ChristDrive, now I got a DUIOld soul, really thoughNever leave my house, I don’t wanna go anywhere‘Cause in a full room, I’m aloneNo, I don’t feel like I’m from here at allThink a meteor with my cells hit Earth here long agoMakin’ me a thing from a world where we don’t give a fuckAbout what anyone else doin’, I would rather not know
I’m sodomizin’ your bitch, ’til the dawn breakHands surroundin’ all her neck, ’til she red facedBuddha on my throat, ’cause I meditateYou fuckin’ waste of space, don’t you procreate
I’m sodomizin’ your bitch, ’til the dawn breakHands surroundin’ all her neck, ’til she red facedBuddha on my throat, ’cause I meditateYou fuckin’ waste of space, don’t you procreate
