Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Exhumed, artist - Ghostemane. Album song Rituals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Exhumed |
| See I’m a suicidal kid with no future |
| I’m quicker to bust your face with a baseball bat before I shoot ya |
| The Barbecue and brass monkey hittin' up the food truck |
| The I take my chick right back to the crib and straight to Kama Sutra |
| This Schema Posse bitch I don’t give a fuck about no hip shit |
| Now this that cruisin' down the highway gettin' dome pimp shit |
| With the big junt in your face, them 12's knockin' like the police |
| And best believe I’m worshippin' the Earth and listen to no priest mothafucka |
| Nah, this that you don’t really give a fuck about a thang shit |
| With the little bit the pimp |
| Ridin' solo in yo donk shit |
| I’m bringin' back that funk that make the devil wanna twist |
| We groovin' like it’s 1975, psychedelics in my piss |
| Nah, feel that liquor travelin' through you torso |
| And lay yo head back blow that smoke into the ozone |
| You sacrifice your soul for a cult and you don’t even know |
| If not for Alan Watts I woulda been dead a long time ago |
| Well bitch I never listen, pay attention to that hoe shit |
| Mothafuckas yappin' like a bitch but they don’t know shit |
| Crucify yo body then pretend I didn’t know |
| What I was really doin' plead insanity in court |
| Well bitch I never listen, pay attention to that hoe shit |
| Mothafuckas yappin' like a bitch but they don’t know shit |
| Crucify yo body then pretend I didn’t know |
| What I was really doin' plead insanity in court |
| Never the one to be one in believin' that one of my demons didn’t know I’m a |
| Heathen |
| Debatin' the meanin' of Genesis ready to die |
| Like a fuckin' swine |
| Keep on believin' a reason to murder the ones that don’t believe in believin' |
| I am the Anti-Christ I’m here to put an end to all them hopes you feedin' |
| Keep it G and mothafuck a Sunday morn in prison |
| Bitch I had it up to |
| Here |
| With all of that shit you Christen |
| Missin' me with your focus |
| If Hocus Pocus turn water to wine |
| Sounds like the wool is over your eyes |
| I don’t sympathize |
| But bitch I never listen, pay attention to that hoe shit |
| Mothafuckas yappin' like a bitch but they don’t know shit |
| Crucify yo body then pretend I didn’t know |
| What I was really doin' plead insanity in court |
| But bitch I never listen, pay attention to that hoe shit |
| Mothafuckas yappin' like a bitch but they don’t know shit |
| Crucify yo body then pretend I didn’t know |
| What I was really doin' plead insanity in court |