Rapture

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Eric Whitney (born April 15, 1991), professionally known as Ghostemane or alternatively as Baader-Meinhof, Swearr, Limsa Lominsa or GASM, is an American rapper, singer, and songwriter. Originally growing up in Florida, Ghostemane started out playing in local hardcore punk and doom metal bands. He moved to Los Angeles, California after starting his career as a rapper. Ghostemane's merging of rap and metal gained him popularity on SoundCloud. In 2018, Ghostemane released his seventh studio album, N/O/I/S/E, which was highly anticipated in the underground music scene due to its heavy influence from industrial and nu metal groups. more »


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I'm sodomizin'your bitch till the dawn break
(Till the dawn break)
Hands surroundin' her neck till she red faced
(Red faced)
Buddha on my throat 'cause I meditate
(I meditate) you fuckin' waste of space
Don't you procreate (Procreate)
I'm sodomizin' your bitch till the dawn break
(Till the dawn break)
Hands surroundin' her neck till she red faced
(Red faced)
Buddha on my throat 'cause I meditate
(I meditate) you fuckin' waste of space
Don't you procreate (Procreate)

Soon as the moon hit it's peak
Bound your hands and feet (Hands and feet)
Placin' my hand on your face
Utterin' Latin speech (Latin speech)
Pullin' a dagger up outta my waist I
Place it in between your teeth
(In between your teeth)
Soon as Vega hit's the Zenith I
Pull it and you bleed
(Pull it and you bleed)
I don't respond to no beef
I would rather croak (Rather croak)
I'm too enlightened to speak
Yes, I am too woke (I am too woke)
Pentagram on my skin
But just to provoke (Just to provoke)
You to question and seek
What you think you know (You think you know)

Ayy, don't pop f*ck dope
Drunk at the Citadel sip the blood of Christ
Drive now I got a D-U-I
Old soul really though
Never leave my house I don't wanna go
Anywhere 'Cause in a full room I'm alone
No I don't feel like I'm from here at all
Think a meteor with my cells
Hit Earth here long ago
Makin' me a thing from a world
Where we don't give a f*ck
About what anyone else doin' I
Would rather not know

I'm sodomizin' your bitch till the dawn break
(Till the dawn break)
Hands surroundin' her neck till she red faced
(Red faced)
Buddha on my throat 'cause I meditate
(I meditate) you fuckin' waste of space
Don't you procreate (Procreate)
I'm sodomizin' your bitch till the dawn break
(Till the dawn break)
Hands surroundin' her neck till she red faced
(Red faced)
Buddha on my throat 'cause I meditate
(I meditate) you fuckin' waste of space
Don't you procreate (Procreate)

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Written by: ERIC WHITNEY

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