Look
Reap the harvest of an intergalactic warmonger
Under your feet i be constantly trading lives
Two cities for a harbor
I am the undertaker, let me demonstrate here
No floats compare jokes split with the quick rope
Tying slipknots, sinking to the bottom of a moat
What it do, maintained corruptions so perplex
They is bullet proof
Cant ever handle what i toke
Back off the boof
Investing in my options
Blending potions out through the roof
Resort mind to time, become a broken record understand when you are mine
Prepare that pussy for the stretcher
Taste shapes to fear color
Pack stankin up the dresser
I let the dogs out
Always sunday, time to bless her
Vaughan Stacey - Soul Snatching Lyrics
Vaughan Stacey - Soul Snatching Lyrics
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Look
Reap the harvest of an intergalactic warmonger
Under your feet i be constantly trading lives
Two cities for a harbor
I am the undertaker, let me demonstrate here
No floats compare jokes split with the quick rope
Tying slipknots, sinking to the bottom of a moat
What it do, maintained corruptions so perplex
They is bullet proof
Cant ever handle what i toke
Back off the boof
Investing in my options
Blending potions out through the roof
Resort mind to time, become a broken record understand when you are mine
Prepare that pussy for the stretcher
Taste shapes to fear color
Pack stankin up the dresser
I let the dogs out
Always sunday, time to bless her
Reap the harvest of an intergalactic warmonger
Under your feet i be constantly trading lives
Two cities for a harbor
I am the undertaker, let me demonstrate here
No floats compare jokes split with the quick rope
Tying slipknots, sinking to the bottom of a moat
What it do, maintained corruptions so perplex
They is bullet proof
Cant ever handle what i toke
Back off the boof
Investing in my options
Blending potions out through the roof
Resort mind to time, become a broken record understand when you are mine
Prepare that pussy for the stretcher
Taste shapes to fear color
Pack stankin up the dresser
I let the dogs out
Always sunday, time to bless her
Writer: Vaughan Stacey
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