Grim Salvo & Witchouse 40k - QUEEN LEECH (OFFICIAL AUDIO)

"QUEEN LEECH" by Grim Salvo and Witchouse 40k Prod. ³³marrow Listen to VOIDST★R: https://open.spotify.com/album/5iSsvk... Follow Grim Salvo: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5UogE...   / grimsalvo     / grim_salvo   Follow Witchouse 40k: https://open.spotify.com/artist/7chdP... https://www.instagram.com/witchouse40...   / hell_usa   Edit by ‪@zetskandar‬ (Coraline) 🩸LYRICS🩸 [Witchouse 40k] No no no no no No light, I’ve been seeing ghost eyes Low life, staying wicked till my soul dies Cold spine turning crooked, make the bones cry Set me with scythe on my side, I aint got die Fill the coffin, I decay on these muhfuckas I been filling up some graves with these muhfuckas Aye Ta-talk to me, I leave a body full ghosts that can hardly breathe Blegh [MOSSBACK] Breathing in the fumes from the tomb makes me nauseous  But now I’ve gathered all remnants for the cauldron The stench emitting from the mixture, truly noxious The stage is set, time to throw away the caution  I bit, the prize just sounded too delicious  I been haunted by the sanguinary visions  Of a fortress covered in moss and ammunition  With a moat surrounding it to keep out all my bad decisions ohh wooah  oh woah, poppin bane of the wolf Monk’s hood on my dome when i’ve gone astray in my woe  Down low I keep my voice to hide the pain when i talk   The cemetery callin me so fuck it imma let it breathe  n get to barkin Thought about cutting my veins but i won’t  Another dawn in the woods and another day without hope  Hunting rabbits my eyes shine at the base of an oak  I have completed my shrine, growing horns now you talking to a goat  [Witchouse 40k] No light, I’ve been seeing ghost eyes Low life, staying wicked till my soul dies Cold spine turning crooked, make the bones cry Set me with scythe on my side, I aint got die Fill the coffin, I decay on these muhfuckas I been filling up some graves with these muhfuckas Aye Ta-talk to me, I leave a body full ghosts that can hardly breathe Blegh  I been walking with my demons, I’ve been rotten with ease Im broken, stomping out the coffin, on the block with fiends Im first degree, I’m cursed, in the hearse I sleep Aint nobody put in work out the dirt with me Bodies in the grave, Haunted House, we gon hold it down Parasite your whereabouts, skully full of rounds Drop em and they break, bullet sound make em turn around Run em down, I’m the bully, its the word of mouth In my coffin with a lock around it Seen a couple bad things I don’t talk about Bodies bleeding, break your conscious, you aint walk without it And I been wicked in your dreams, seen em falling down  I’m steady walking up on em, they fall and drop in the grave I knock your bones out of body, your skull engulfed in the flames I bottle all of the pain up inside my soul till it breaks And ive been decayed and alone, but I hold my own with the gang Blood spilling up on the minds of the eyes that await Bodies falling up on the side of the guys in the way N-n-no pleasures up in the cold where the time go to waste I’ve seen the cracks up on the walls, leave your life in decay Blegh No light, I’ve been seeing ghost eyes Low life, staying wicked till my soul dies Cold spine turning crooked, make the bones cry Set me with scythe on my side, I aint got die Fill the coffin, I decay on these muhfuckas I been filling up some graves with these muhfuckas Aye Ta-talk to me, I leave a body full ghosts that can hardly breathe Blegh  [SLEUTH] No life All you’ll hear is your ghost cry Low light Writhing vivid under cold skies No lie All you’ll hear is your ghost cry Low light Writhing vivid under cold skies Oh my I’m Hyperion, you gon die Low life Stayin’ wicked till my soul dies Yes we all know you spoke lies Ghosts cry Let it rot Dead flies Middle of the daylight Got a couple bad habits Gotta whole bundle of clips for your ass Just a bitch in a dirt basket Ay, ah Imma go water your crypt every day with this dick like a radish Time to put you out to pasture Kill every night with my pips like I’m Gladys All you’ll hear is your ghost cry Low light Writhing vivid under cold skies All you’ll hear is your ghost cry Low light Writhing vivid under cold skies