Witchouse 40k - GRAVEDIGGER (prod. NetuH x ³³marrow)
Shot and dir. by Cyberdrip$ & Lafeyphoto
Co-directed by Witchouse 40k
HHM 747 T R A S H
Witchy:
Spotify and Apple Music - Witchouse 40k
Instagram and Twitter - @witchouse40k
NetuH:
Instagram - @NETUH
Youtube - @NetuH
³³marrow:
Instagram - @33marrow
CYBERDRIP$
Instagram - @cyberdrips
Youtube - @CYBERDRIPS
Spotify - Cyberdrip$
R8 and BTS photos/videos:
@_allenv_ @alenaxxi
Lyrics:
I’m with the...
I’m with the...
I’m with the gang
I’m with the
I’m with the
I’m with the gang
*blech*
Leaving em gully, he breakdown
We turn em haunted, he scarred in the skully, his skeleton glass when it breaks
Forty been uppin it, open up, see em I run up, he falling right into his grave now
Bitch I’m the gravedigger, watch your body decay, put the Glock to yo face
Face it, I come out the cold
Haunted from head to the toe
Forty been talkin to ghosts
Pull-up his wheareabouts
Hollows gon make em erode now
Skully got hunnids of holes
They ain’t notice nothin, we makin no sound
Cemetary, forty talk wit the crows
Hop out the coffin, i came from the slaughter
Got pain, Imma shatter yo soul
Don’t get too close
Aim at your chin, leave a lump in your throat
Break in the castle, I’m takin your throne
I keep a Glock on me, came up from poverty, waking with confidence, stay decomposed
Hop out my coffin, i resurrect slowly
Look in my eyes, see the black in my soul
Bottomless severance, never been lonely
Fuck nobody, I pull up alone
I’m his home with the Glocky out, bro want the smoke with me, giving em cottonmouth
I’m on the block and I’m poppin out, catch em in traffic we not gonna talk it out
Muhfucka wanna talk heavy, hit em with the heater, now he soft as ice
Bloodsucka, I been coffin ready, like the undead; I ain’t scared to die
Gun to your head
Glock with a beam, I don’t bust at your legs
Forty a demon, I talk with the dead
Skeleton boy, send my ops to me next
Bitch I’m a threat
Forty the best
Shot if he gully, get popped like sum meds
Knocking his skully, he scarred like a vet
Snatching his soul, leave the body a mess
Piss on your grave I’m gon
Eyuchhhh
Knocking em out like Suboxone
I’m with the dogs, see his pack, I’m gon air out
Block looking haunted, an angel but fallen
I pull up on em, put em in they collar
See the the ops rollin, I got heaters on me, I’m gon end it slowly if he wanna talk
Fifty on me, I’m gon pop it off, and I got targets dropping, I could send a shot
Forty catchin bodies, keep the Glock on my hip
Muhfucka talking stupid, he got popped in his shit
Your wig split, crack and bodies, I leave blood in they spit
I keep that razor wire tucked, I wrap the bat, make em flip flop
Your clique soft, pussy y’all ain’t shit get your bitch shot
Hands up in his pocket, trade his soul for his wrist watch
And I don’t fuck wit witnesses, they stories all criss crossed
I grip glocks, pullup spin the block like a pit stop
Im with the gang
*blech*
Leaving em gully, he breakdown
We turn em haunted, he scarred in the skully, his skeleton glass when it breaks
Forty been uppin it, open up, see em I run up, he falling right into his grave now
Bitch I’m the gravedigger, watch your body decay, put the Glock to yo face
