Please Don't Haunt Me (feat. Witchouse 40k, Saliva Grey, 99zed, TWENTYTHREE & Grim Salvo)

There's spirits in this—in this house

And they're ready to fuck

Ahh, ahh

Yeah, ayy

Boy, I'm leaning on the gas, pussies pumping on the brakes

Muhfuckas down on dick in they home where it's safe

I've been raining down the ones, putting food up on her plate

Told that bitch to spin around and get to pounding on the cake

Mossman brought the sludge, got my mind real swampy

Bag full of guns like it's one man army

Smoke from the muzzle got your city looking foggy

Bullets coming by the waves, leave your body hella choppy

I felt the Earth shaking before I saw them crawl

The termination blinking silent on the wall

When the brick hit the glass and the face hit the wall

(And the face hit the wall)

(And the face hit the wall)

When the combat boots start marching, the concrete buildings fall

(Buildings fall)

They say that war is older than man, no hope at all

(No hope at all)

Fall to your knees before a machine gun ten feet tall

(Ten feet tall)

Stay in the bottom with blood in my lungs, see I'm taking the hearse to the grave

Sediment solemn, I'll aim at the head of the host any second and sever the face

Deadweight shutter, .45 stutter

More life on this Drake, no lovers

Red stained summer, self-made suffer

God sent ties, sixth sense no shudder

I felt the Earth shaking (Ahh)

I felt the ground breaking (Ahh)

I felt the Earth shaking (Ahh)

I felt the ground breaking (Ahh)

No shelter for the weak (Ahh)

As the souls melt in the street

I been ten feet down, smoking pack back to back if you wonderin' where I'm at (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Boy, don't get put down, 'boutta take 'em 'round back, Old Yeller, I don't take 'em to the vet (Take 'em to the vet)

Lil' ol' Sally, boy selling anything to put another fucking dolla on the stack (Stack, stack, stack)

HH triple beams, Triple-H pedigree, leave another hundred bodies on the mat

99 ain't ever fucking playing

I be fresher than a bitch when I be stepping out the grave

Posted in the haunted house, steady rolling up the stank

I'ma puff it two times and then I pass it to the gang, muhfucka

Leaving your jaw hanging off of your face

Pulling my dick out to piss on your grave

Post in the back with the muhfuckin' gang

Cry on the 'Gram, pussy boy, you a lame

Haunt-tastrophe

Bitch, I'm tryna fuck one time, run it up one time

Hit that stealth take down (Pew), what?

Bro died

In the black cat spin him, guess his luck's run dry

Blow her back out, her boyfriend got no spine

That's bae, HH on the grave

Pull up in the muhfucking wraith with a wraith, that's gang

Motherfucker wanna play

No Wii Sports, no wrist strap

Hit 'em with a stick, that kickback, bitch bad

One last thing 'bout me is I'ma get that lick back

G-O-A-T, yes, I been that

Make one phone call, shelf your bitch ass

Witch back, click-clack, hit 'em with a blick fast

Brap-brap-brap, see your body, I don't miss that

Clip that, roll up to your city, I'ma spin fast

Hand up on your chain, he won't never get his drip back (Uh)

Walk like a zombie, I'm often deranged

Dance on your coffin, get dropped in your grave

Cold in the daylight, got mold in my veins

With the gang out the bottom, my soul been decayed

Bend the block on you muhfuckas

Head pops, ten shots on you muhfuckas

Bump stock, ACOG 'til he drop

Turn your blood up into clots, put some chalk on you muhfuckas

Go-Go-Go-Go ahead, haunt my house

(Ughh)

When I die, Gates of Hell, I'll make a beeline

You don't even wanna focus in on these eyes

Disguised everything about me, I got three lives

Bitch, I promise you, I stay on ³³ time

Should've died nine times nine times

Way I'm bu— 'til I'm eighty-one

Shine to the tree line, now it's prime time

With the fine line under bright lights 'til the crime climbs

Gonna watch it 'til it crumble and we stumble in the grave

Shit, I'm spending so much cash that I'm broke, but I'm still getting paid

'Til I decay, what the streets say?

Haunted House gonna crusade

'Til the world throw us a parade (Ah)

Boy, I'm leaning on the gas, pussies pumping on the brakes

Muhfuckas down on dick in they home where it's safe

I've been raining down the ones, putting food up on her plate

Told that bitch to spin around and get to pounding on the cake

Mossman brought the sludge, got my mind real swampy

Bag full of guns like it's one man army

Smoke from the muzzle got your city looking foggy

Bullets coming by the waves leave your body hella choppy

Haunted House