Baraka - Witchouse 40k

I'm always fucked up, half dead, soul full of rounds I keep a hundred in the shotty, bodies fall to the ground He coughing dust up, I still gon' take the gold from his mouth I'm looking like a zombie walking, choppa knocking them down (Blegh) I'm with the gang, ain't no opps on me I leave the bank like a robbery I keep a knife in my sock And I heard that he talking, but Ain't pulled that Glock on me No red dots you ain't gonna body me I keep the steel at your artery Pardon me, is that your clique? 'Cause they bother me Fuck out my face with that glizzy you bought from me Glizzy cocking and it came with a stiffy The hollows hit 'em, and your body go missing I fuck a bad bitch in every city With face tats and a strap on her kidney Nobody safe and I want all the smoke Like I smoke yo an eight I'ma keep on the low Militia the gang and we've all got some ghosts And we taking your chain like we taking your souls I go down to the sewers, no coughing Cocking it back and we shooting like archery Artemis, I am a god you can't bother me He's got the glizzy, but never gon' hollow me Fuck with the kid, 40K with that lock jaw One, 50 clip in the AR knock yo' jaw off Fuck with a kid, 40K with that lock jaw One, 50 clip in the AR knock yo' jaw off He coughing dust up, I still gon' take the gold from his mouth I'm looking like a zombie walking, choppa knocking them down I'm always fucked up, half dead, soul full of rounds I keep a hundred in the shotty body fall to the ground He coughing dust up, I still gon' take the gold from his mouth I'm looking like a zombie walking, choppa knocking them down (Blegh)