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GHOSTEMANE - Death by Dishonor (ft. Pouya, Shakewell & 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 Scatamacchia
Michele Scatamacchia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mikey the Magician
Mikey the Magician
Producer

Lyrics

I'm about 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
Ain't ethereal
I'm 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 and swallow every drop, Oh
Everybody thinkin' 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 tide a knot up in the gum with the tongue
Make me wanna take another cigarette in my gun
I'm sicking of puttin' it in my mouth just sayin' fuck it I'm done
I know I never be the one to say the devil won
If ever one mage ever gonna be a tella
Like make 'em really feelin' like I’m tryna dip a reup and I fuck em with the scar
And a light
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
Leave 'em 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
Now they in Columbus talking Mexico
Choppin' up the kilo then we slitting throats
Trap be in the kitchen cookin' up a GOAT
No that ain't no slang for a fuckin' 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 cuffed 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 what ya heard
Baby I been around
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
'Cause 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, make bail, set sail
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 on the ceiling
Will he ever give a dividend again?
I'm moving diligent
This independent, mane
A minimum of 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 killa, make a million off of this
That's how deep the pen and coffin is
So all my villains break a law to this
Pray your lord forgives
I kill with confidence
I count the karma for my sons in orphanage
I'm bringing all them in 'til we all begin
There's no bargaining so quit arguing
Written by: Andrew Adolph, Eric Whitney, Erick Elliot, Kevin Pouya
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