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wytchking - xenkishotz lyrics

[intro]
tombhouse tv! straight out the graveyard, b*tch!
shout out swak, devon rex, and rest in peace to xancake
all love, all the time, never leave a man behind

[verse 1: xenkishøtz]
all rise for the arrival of the wytchking
horseback rideout i don’t f*ck with safety switches
stamp squad just a bunch of credit stealin b*tches
when we pull up on you it’s a certi that they sh*t they britches

i don’t talk to feds, no i ain’t got time for snitches
took a trip to norwich saw the coppers all up in his kitchen
what’s my man doin writing statements yeah now hе’s a witness
to this sonic murder tombhouse tv all up in your businеss

[verse 2]
now what’s the deal with that fake temu belt?
couldn’t find a decent rep to flex with or hang yourself?
(do it!)
you not cut out for music, put yourself back on the shelf
someone take his mic away before he f*ckin hurts himself

[verse 3]
and when you worked at maccy ds you been touchin on the girls
this a warning peewee keep those hands all to yourself
learn the meaning of consent, stay away from sobbing’s girl
[interlude: alan ford]
do you know what nemesis means?
(xenkishøtz on production)

[verse 3 continued]
cuz if you don’t i’m coming round n draggin you straight down to h*ll
reunited with your nan boy, yeah she’s there as well
i’m not the typa guy to f*ck around and then to kiss and tell
but you can tell your mum she can keep the ky gel

[interlude verse]
no you can’t reply, don’t you drop a dead tune
just stay in your room, k!llin braincells, do balloons
that’s not lean dude you’re nodding off some fetty juice
and even if you overdose you’ll get rejected from the tomb

[verse 4]
these are the consequences of f*ckin us over
now everyone is gonna know you’re just a f*ckin poser
i’d find a more authentic image from the mars rover
i’m takin you to devon island, here, lemme show ya

[verse 5]
these sematary clones are faker than minaj’s *rs*
bis*xual but i’ve never gone and bought a brass
f*ckin with us leave you under 6 feet of grass
pulling up to attleborough, broken windows, smashin glass
now the wytchking is here to take you back to class
just like diddy, drake n kendrick you love it up the *rs*
i remember you was 16 when osk did start
always acting like our friend but i guess that didn’t last

[interlude: alan ford]
a righteous infliction of retribution, manifested by an appropriate agent. personified in this case, by a ‘orrible c*nt

[verse 6]
now let’s have it right, and let’s see if you remember
you left me and swak for someone who don’t know their gender
someone tell this little freak he’ll never be a woman
now stop beating up your meat, or you get no pudding

yes it’s time to put the sh*t squad in their place
if you comin up against us expect several punches to the face
we don’t play around, xenki, swak and devon rex
we leave you skin and bones
diagnosed with anna rex

[outro: gene wilder]
you get nothing! you lose! good day sir!

- xenkishotz lyrics

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