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SEMATARY FT. BUCKSHOT - SUFFER PROD GRAVE MAN & GRIMOIRE [BUTCHER HOUSE]

PROD BY SEMATARY GRAVE MAN & GRIMOIRE #HAUNTAHOLICS LYRICS: Suffer My Wrist Suffer My Wrist Suffer My Wrist Yah Suffer my Wrist your lil wrist suffering Begging like jesus suffer my wrist suffer my neck Die for my wrist Yah Bleed for my wrist Diamonds show Blood like Crucifixion Blood of the Lamb Pour it out over my Wrist Yah Suffer my Wrist I do not suffer No Bitch Nah clips on clips Skulls on my rims They scream Yah Suck my Dick Make that lil Demon Bitch Kiss My wrist Ride in a Hearse So you can Call me a Damn skull rider Already high Look like a Dead Body gettin Higher My Dragula Skates Bitch suckin me Look like Winona Ryder Die For my wrist , spend it All up and Burn in That Hell Fire Forever Grave Man I pull up With Reapers Up in my Jeeper Creeper Shawty got Pretty blue Eyes Imma Carve out Her Damn Peepers I got a Hot head and a Cleaver I always got a Damn Fever My eyes turnin so yeller when Im drankin that Tussarina finger lickin pistol whippin stay true like true religion took 3 oxys i don’t feel like Livin i live fast like affliction Nail me to the cross straight thru the veins got my wrist Busted The end is nigh the worlds crushes i’m off robitussin Robitussin we fucked up I’m fucked up im off 4 drugs That Suns up and you better run Body bag stuffed in the trunk Could a corpse lying dead cold stiff and sadate Even Cry in the bed that it once lay awake I don’t know, but theres a leaking weeping dark red stain Scrub the sheets cleaning bleaching peeling off the decay How you gonna try crawl away from a gun shot Skewered with an oak tree branch i just saw off Almost autumn I’m just counting all the leaves fall You’ll be hidden you’ll be missin on a poster dead and gone All these wings up on my jeans I’m not tryna go to heaven I’m jus tryna be released Heart beaten with a hammer Sufferingggg 4 My Wrist Doeeeee In my butcher house blood On the Walls When I die bury me in smoke So in peace my Soul will Go imma gettttt A Brietling I’m all alone bitch Fuck it alll If I die Bury it in my Tomb So my wrist Will Be Icey Doe GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAHHHHHHH