Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rapture, artist - Ghostemane. Album song Plagues, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Rapture |
I’m sodomizin' your bitch till the dawn break |
Hands around her neck till she red faced |
Buddha on my throat cause I meditate |
You fuckin' waste of space, don’t you procreate |
I’m sodomizin' your bitch till the dawn break |
Hands around her neck till she red faced |
Buddha on my throat cause I meditate |
You fuckin' waste of space, don’t you procreate |
Soon as the moon hit it’s peak |
Bound your hands and feet |
Placin' my hand on your face |
Utterin' Latin speech |
Pullin' a dagger up outta my waist I place it in between your teeth |
Soon as Vega hits the Zenith I pull it and you bleed |
I don’t respond to no beef |
I would rather croak |
I’m too enlightened to speak |
Yes I am too woke |
Pentagram on my ski |
But just to provoke |
You to question and seek |
What you think you know |
Don’t pop |
Fuck 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 fuck |
About what anyone else doin' I would rather not know |
I’m sodomizin' your bitch till the dawn break |
Hands around her neck till she red faced |
Buddha on my throat cause I meditate |
You fuckin' waste of space, don’t you procreate |
I’m sodomizin' your bitch till the dawn break |
Hands around her neck till she red faced |
Buddha on my throat cause I meditate |
You fuckin' waste of space, don’t you procreate |