Grim Salvo & Witchouse 40k - QUEEN LEECH (OFFICIAL AUDIO)

"QUEEN LEECH" by Grim Salvo and Witchouse 40k
Prod. ³³marrow

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Edit by ‪@zetskandar‬ (Coraline)

🩸LYRICS🩸

[Witchouse 40k]
No no no no no
No light, I’ve been seeing ghost eyes
Low life, staying wicked till my soul dies
Cold spine turning crooked, make the bones cry
Set me with scythe on my side, I aint got die
Fill the coffin, I decay on these muhfuckas
I been filling up some graves with these muhfuckas
Aye
Ta-talk to me, I leave a body full ghosts that can hardly breathe
Blegh

[MOSSBACK]
Breathing in the fumes from the tomb makes me nauseous 
But now I’ve gathered all remnants for the cauldron
The stench emitting from the mixture, truly noxious
The stage is set, time to throw away the caution 

I bit, the prize just sounded too delicious 
I been haunted by the sanguinary visions 
Of a fortress covered in moss and ammunition 
With a moat surrounding it to keep out all my bad decisions ohh wooah 

oh woah, poppin bane of the wolf
Monk’s hood on my dome when i’ve gone astray in my woe 
Down low I keep my voice to hide the pain when i talk  
The cemetery callin me so fuck it imma let it breathe 
n get to barkin
Thought about cutting my veins but i won’t 
Another dawn in the woods and another day without hope 
Hunting rabbits my eyes shine at the base of an oak 
I have completed my shrine, growing horns
now you talking to a goat 

[Witchouse 40k]
No light, I’ve been seeing ghost eyes
Low life, staying wicked till my soul dies
Cold spine turning crooked, make the bones cry
Set me with scythe on my side, I aint got die
Fill the coffin, I decay on these muhfuckas
I been filling up some graves with these muhfuckas
Aye
Ta-talk to me, I leave a body full ghosts that can hardly breathe
Blegh 

I been walking with my demons, I’ve been rotten with ease
Im broken, stomping out the coffin, on the block with fiends
Im first degree, I’m cursed, in the hearse I sleep
Aint nobody put in work out the dirt with me

Bodies in the grave, Haunted House, we gon hold it down
Parasite your whereabouts, skully full of rounds
Drop em and they break, bullet sound make em turn around
Run em down, I’m the bully, its the word of mouth

In my coffin with a lock around it
Seen a couple bad things I don’t talk about
Bodies bleeding, break your conscious, you aint walk without it
And I been wicked in your dreams, seen em falling down 

I’m steady walking up on em, they fall and drop in the grave
I knock your bones out of body, your skull engulfed in the flames
I bottle all of the pain up inside my soul till it breaks
And ive been decayed and alone, but I hold my own with the gang
Blood spilling up on the minds of the eyes that await
Bodies falling up on the side of the guys in the way
N-n-no pleasures up in the cold where the time go to waste
I’ve seen the cracks up on the walls, leave your life in decay
Blegh

No light, I’ve been seeing ghost eyes
Low life, staying wicked till my soul dies
Cold spine turning crooked, make the bones cry
Set me with scythe on my side, I aint got die
Fill the coffin, I decay on these muhfuckas
I been filling up some graves with these muhfuckas
Aye
Ta-talk to me, I leave a body full ghosts that can hardly breathe
Blegh 

[SLEUTH]
No life
All you’ll hear is your ghost cry
Low light
Writhing vivid under cold skies

No lie
All you’ll hear is your ghost cry
Low light
Writhing vivid under cold skies

Oh my
I’m Hyperion, you gon die
Low life
Stayin’ wicked till my soul dies

Yes we all know you spoke lies
Ghosts cry
Let it rot
Dead flies
Middle of the daylight

Got a couple bad habits
Gotta whole bundle of clips for your ass
Just a bitch in a dirt basket
Ay, ah
Imma go water your crypt every day with this dick like a radish
Time to put you out to pasture
Kill every night with my pips like I’m Gladys

All you’ll hear is your ghost cry
Low light
Writhing vivid under cold skies

All you’ll hear is your ghost cry
Low light
Writhing vivid under cold skies