Album Cover Idontflinch

Idontflinch

Witchouse 40k

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Yeah

(Ha ha ha ha ha)

Ey, eyBitch- Bitch-

Bitch I′m- Bitch I'm dead from the brain down, what you talkin′ 'bout?

Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I'mma walk it out

They been talking all that fucking shit but I can′t hear ′em now

Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out

Bitch I'm dead from the brain down, what you talkin′ 'bout?

Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I′mma walk it out

They been talking all that fucking shit but I can't hear ′em now

Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out

I'm a broke boy now

Float down, in the Listerine

Nicotine, all up in my bloodstream

Ketamine, spiderweb scope, red beam

Comin' out a dream

Wake up on the scene

Look at me, hell is heavenly

Click clack

Leave his ego in the dirt

Fuck a Masi′ and a hearse

Made a mask out all my shirts, uh

Pop a Perc′, smoke a sack and head to work

With the goblins in the earth

All my homies introverts, ay (bitch I'm-)

Bitch I′m dead from the brain down, what you talkin' ′bout?

Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I'mma walk it out

They been talking all that fucking shit but I can′t hear 'em now

Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out

Bitch I'm dead from the brain down, what you talkin′ ′bout?

Pull that .40 out and let it bust and I'mma walk it out

They been talking all that fucking shit but I can′t hear 'em now

Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out

Mopstick, gonna shoot ′em out the cockpit

Thot bitch, got her fuckin' homie, that′s a promise

Lockpick, pull up on the pussy in the comments

Vomit, sucking dick but lookin' like a novice, yuh

Load a round, smoke 'em out

Out the whip, out the house

Blow a pound

Now I got a bitch, bringing the window down

Pull up with the gang, Hellhounds with a body count

Keep a Glock cocked on my block, bitch we can shoot it out

Babylon, regiment

Head hung, sediment

In the bong, reppin′ Nephilim

Summon ′em up

Fuckin' ′em up, better run home

Load a mopstick made of bones at your megadome

Never calling home, 'cause I′m all alone (uh, ay)

Water in my tomb, scratching at the stones (at the stones)

Looking at the moon, as I move along, move alone

Summoning up a ghost for the conversations, ay