Crawling in the catacombs (Bonus) (feat. Lil Raccy)

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It's that monkeman lil raccy halloween season
Got the gun taken with me like I'm liam neeson
Got the marksman on my back
Run through the woods with the dogs on track
Looking around hearing no sound
Men in black got me surrounded
Don't know if you know this
But I think it's time you notice
I cannot show this
Splitting his brain like I'm moses
I am on roses
The devil told me what his goal is
I tried to enter hell but I don't know
Where the motherfucking code is he knows where my soul is
Stainless steel inside my pocket
Fire bullets like a rocket
Cock the gun and lock the target
Then he hits the run you stop it
Where'd he go yeah I don't know
He got shot now he's bleeding to death
I think we got another john doe
Cuz we dealt with another threat
See you float ashore
Hope you into gore
See you in the morgue
Leave you at the door
Leave you in the coffin
Stop your bitch'n and shit talking
I suggest you keep on walking
Else I'll leave you cripple crawling I
Get it from the back like how did I got
Ten motherfucking fingers in a box
These ain't my trophies I just forgot to mail them all back to their moms
Put 'em in a bag now I made 'em pass I made em blackout
They breathing out their last sound
As I run out the back now I pound their heads to the ground
I don't care about your bitches
I don't care about your riches
I don't care about your bussiness
Just don't leave me as a witness
Drop the bodies on the floor
Take a pitstop at the morgue
Leave 'em rotting at the door
You can say you're done for
Pistol it's a forty five better go home
Crystal when I realise it's a syndrome
Pissed off drive by shot a rando
Blissfull I wistle in the catacombs
First I put the sawed off to your dome
Then I get to pop off your whole skull
When I get to stabbing with a dull
Knife I'll turn you into a corpse
See you float ashore
Hope you into gore
See you at the morgue
Leave you at the door
Leave you in the coffin
Stop your bitch'n and shit talking
I suggest you keep on walking
Else I'll leave you cripple crawling I

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