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GHOSTEMANE - Death by Dishonor (ft. Pouya, Shakewell & Erick the Architect)
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ALBUMDeath by Dishonor - SingleGhostemane, Shakewell, Pouya & Erick the Architect
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ghostemane
Ghostemane
Vocals
Shakewell
Shakewell
Vocals
Pouya
Pouya
Vocals
Erick the Architect
Erick the Architect
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Adolph
Andrew Adolph
Songwriter
Erick Elliott
Erick Elliott
Songwriter
Kevin Pouya
Kevin Pouya
Songwriter
Michele Scatamachia
Michele Scatamachia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mikey the Magician
Mikey the Magician
Producer

Lyrics

I'ma bout to put a hurtin' on a bitch soul We take a eighth of psilocybe let it all go Stuck in the middle of the earth In ethereal I'ma bout to take a little trip and never come home She dug a knife up in my chest until the blood flow I'd rather lick it off then swallow every drop, oh Everybody thinking I'm the devil but I'm really woke By woke I mean I'm not Susceptible to brain control but I know that She tied up a knot up in the gum with the tongue Make me wanna tell another sicko, bring in my gun I'm sick of putting it in my mouth just saying fuck it I'm done I know I never be the one to say the devil won Cept' for one mage if i'm gonna be a teller Make 'em really feelin like I'm tryna Dip and reincarnate I fuck em with the scar And I lay When I'm done I really wanna take a dive in the lake and Say goodbye to everything Fuck a halo, keep a heater with you Pocket rocket, pop and hope your people with you Even bloody red Really ain't an issue Think his auntie sad Get that bitch a tissue Heard his army mad Like I give a fuck All my compas pulling up in armored trucks You be talking Migos, but ain't one of us Hit a fifty cell, really on the plug Just another day in the 6-1-4 Not in Columbus talking Mexico Chopping up the kilo then we slitting throats Trap be in the kitchen cooking up a GOAT No that ain't not slang for a fucking pack Even if it was boy you couldn't cap Even if you did it'd hit you with the tax Shout out all my homie, made a mill off wax Yuh, yuh, aye Death By Dishonor You crossed the wrong one Your wig get pushed back Underground Underdog Need ten flat to be in the same room Pop by the cut with a stick and the stained booth Fuck whatcha heard Baby having a round Po-po 'round We need a moment of silence Running from the piece to get away from the sirens Ain't a damn thing change Yo we love the violence Baby Bone, I'm an animal Made a hundred thousand racks off the seminal Eat a rapper up sick like I'm Hannibal Got a bitch right off of the banana boat Shakewell, made bells, hit cells Send a rapper to hell Broke ass rappers Man, they want me to fail I made all the right moves I'm never taking an L Yeah, yeah Usually I would just make the decision to kill 'em Rest is for the willin' when you want the ceiling Will he ever give a dividend again? I'm moving diligent This independent, mane I'm in the moment with dank I'm on a bigger rank I thank the lord for every saint I can't describe a cannibal I eat a rapper chapter one I get up on you, read you like a palm Shit is sticky since I got a system I'm a killer, make a million off of this That's how deep the planet coffin is So all my villains breakin' law to this Pray the lord forgives a kid with confidence I count the commas for my sons in orphanage I'm bringing all them in 'til we mob again There's no bargaining so quit arguing
Writer(s): Fahd Azam Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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