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Witchouse 40k - BONEYARD (Official Music Video)

Witchouse 40k - "BONEYARD" (prod. VISH) Shot and dir. by Cyberdrip$ & Witchouse 40k Co-directed and edited by Witchouse 40k Mixed and mastered by ³³marrow HAUNTED HOUSE 747 T R A S H Witchy: Spotify and Apple Music - Witchouse 40k Instagram and Twitter - @witchouse40k Youtube - ‪@witchouse40k‬ VISH: Instagram - @beats_by_vishnu ³³marrow: Instagram - @33marrow CYBERDRIP$: Instagram - @cyberdrips Youtube - ‪@CYBERDRIPS‬ Spotify - Cyberdrip$ Lyrics: (HOOK) Mold on my body, my soul decomposed Blood in my eyes like you know I see ghosts Came up from pennies, I been on my own in this bitch, out the gutter you know that I float Spiderweb chain, from a mask on the face, I been up, but remember the days I was broke Yeah yeah Hop out the sediment, bugs in my clothes Skin on my skeleton cold Came out the dirt like some bones Stay overdosed with it, Forty been through 'bout the most of it Used to be whippin the stove Death to my foes Bounty your blood and I package your body and snatch out your soul with it Who want the smoke wit me? Crawl through your block knock your skully, these bullets got turn em to ghosts Stuck in my dreams Yeah Holes in my lungs I can’t breathe, she watching me go as I fall to my knees Yeah Snakes in the grass let em bleed, I shed em often, leave em lost in the weeds Yeah Dont give a fuck where the demon goes, tracks on my arms always covered by sleeves Yeah I been through hell since a little kid, still on my own, I’m at home with the fiends (VERSE) I’m smokin dopamine Mold on my tomb, forty deep, ain’t no folding me Seen where the soulless be, baby Im, born to be wicked I guess that’s the way that it goes Yeah, yeah I wanted gold on me Came up from poverty, snatching off rosaries Sleep where the soldiers bleedin Burn the cards I was dealt, show my hand to em bet that he folds Yeah, yeah Rot in the coffin, I’m packing they bodies, I pullup on em put the Glock to his face Muhfucka wanna act like a bully, but watch when we pull up we chalking his grave I’m the god of the Wraiths Opps in the way, they've been plagued by the wicked, your block gon decay You ain’t holding no weight with me, Cut up his body, Im smoking em out, I’m gon put that on gang Hop out the grave Moonlight up on me, I’m always to blame Safe when I’m walking, I’m often deranged Wickerman armory, lock em away Take the skin from his body, his coffin awaits Wasting away, see me crawling in place, I’m gon Cut off my wings, I've been locked out the gates Fleas on my body, I scratch at my veins, I been fiendin for locust, how long can I wait (HOOK) I decompose Blood in my eyes like you know I see ghosts Came up from pennies, I been on my own in this bitch, out the gutter you know that I float Spiderweb chain, from a mask on the face, I been up, but remember the days I was broke Yeah yeah Hop out the sediment, bugs in my clothes Skin on my skeleton cold Came out the dirt like some bones Stay overdosed with it, Forty been through 'bout the most of it Used to be whippin the stove Death to my foes Bounty your blood and I package your body and snatch out your soul with it Who want the smoke wit me? Crawl through your block knock your skully, these bullets got turn em to ghosts Stuck in my dreams Yeah Holes in my lungs I can’t breathe, she watching me go as I fall to my knees Yeah Snakes in the grass let em bleed, I shed em often, leave em lost in the weeds Yeah Dont give a fuck where the demon goes, tracks on my arms always covered by sleeves Yeah I been through hell since a little kid, still on my own, I’m at home with the fiends