GHOSTEMANE - Rapture | Текст песни

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I'm sodomizing your bitch till the dawn break
Hands around her neck till she red faced
Buddha on my throat cuz I meditate
You fuckin waste of space
Don't you procreate

Soon as the moon hit its peak
Bound your hands and feet
Placing my hand on your face
Uttering Latin speech
Pulling 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 DUI
Old soul
Really tho
Never leave my house I don't
Wanna go
Anywhere cuz 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
Making me a thing from a world where we don't give a fuck
About what anyone else doing I would rather not know