Corpse Kid - Foreign Land

Play your hands watch your back
Look at what it says I see
Turn around you're too late
Now you smacking from my clique
Play your hands watch your back
Look at what it says I see
Turn around you're too late
Now you smacking from my clique
Play your hands watch your back
Look at what it says I see
Turn around you're too late
Now you smacking from my clique
Woke up out my coma
Ditches what I'm after
God of war I flick my wrist
Then bodies pile up higher
Yung Hunter from the deep end, deeper land of fire
Grip a .9mm out to murk and pave a bloody river
Killer willer illest sinner drinker of the drip
I'm the sickest Sixer fashion shredder
Scarecrow slice the mystic and then dip
Eastern territory smoking demonic poetry
Step into the land of Sodom bodies pieces from the saw-ed off
Chewing on a pill she poking sticks into my veins
Allow it now I'm fiendin' for some more of what that they be selling
Eastern murderer death he be calling out my name
Pass the motherfucking dro I take a toke and now I'm seeing cibles
Play your hands watch your back
Look at what it says I see
Turn around you're too late
Now you smacking from my clique
Play your hands watch your back
Look at what it says I see
Turn around you're too late
Now you smacking from my clique
Circles of devilish spirits voodoo smoker
Blood on the furniture yo momma on the stretcher
Black magic creeper ima liar for my brothers
Real ink links off that dro I get delirious
Circles of devilish spirits voodoo smoker
Blood on the furniture yo momma on the stretcher
Black magic creeper ima liar for my brothers
Real ink links off that dro I get delirious

Written by:
sebastien del prete

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