"from up on silent hill" lyrics
Savage Ga$p & Witchouse 40k Lyrics
Oh, so you're not gonna stream Savage Ga$p?
Well, that's not very haunted house of you, now is it?
Yuh, yuh
Woah
Woah, yuh
[Savage Ga$p:]
I got, I got blood stains on my Prada kicks, bitch boy
I'ma smack you in your fucking shit, boy
You can call me what you want, you know I'm really him, boy
And you're fire when I mute it, call that Silent Hill, boy
Like I'm Chainsaw Man, I'm 'boutta let it rip, boy
I see a Whole Lotta Red, I stomp you in my Ricks, boy
If you're subbing to her Twitch, she probably let me hit, boy
I got shawty in the room, call that Silent Hill 4
Bitch, I'm in my body bag
Put me in that shit and I'ma body that
I hit the psyche ward, look around like "where my shawty at?"
The perc it taste like Halloween candy, like I'll eat that
"Gaspare, what the hell you doin'?"
Bitch, don't call me that
Like Slytherin my pockets 'cause the green is what I get in them
The Ricky on my jeans and your bitch wanna get in them
The all black fit, boy, I pop out like the Enderman
The devil wears Prada, naw, Acne what I'm drippin' in
I got blood stains on my Prada kicks, boy, bitch boy
I'ma smack you in your fucking shit, boy
You can call me what you want, you know I'm really him, boy
And you're fire when I mute it, call that Silent Hill, boy
Like I'm Chainsaw Man, I'm 'boutta let it rip, boy
I see a Whole Lotta Red, I stomp you in my Ricks, boy
If you're subbing to her Twitch, she probably let me hit, boy
I got shawty in the room, call that Silent Hill 4
[Witchouse40k:]
Nose bleed 'em, blood up on his body, make 'em backtrack
Demons on 'em, trick 'em out his treats, he'll get his bag snatched
Carve his pumpkin like a Jack, he with the ghosts
I'm picking locks with Oogie Boogie, shock and barrel through his home
Crawl out the tomb on 'em
He got a body with bugs in it, turn 'em to ash every time that I'm rollin' up
Bag 'em, I'm cook 'em up, lacing your plug with it
Hungry for blood, seen his blood, I ain't full enough
Dig 'em up, I want his jewelry, leaving his body alone in the woods
Woods, walk out the cut with the crooks
He runnin' his mouth on me, now he on foot
[Savage Ga$p:]
I got blood stains on my Prada kicks, boy, bitch boy
I'ma smack you in your fucking shit, boy
You can call me what you want, you know I'm really him, boy
And you're fire when I mute it, call that Silent Hill, boy
Like I'm Chainsaw Man, I'm 'boutta let it rip, boy
I see a Whole Lotta Red, I stomp you in my Ricks, boy
If you're subbing to her Twitch, she probably let me hit, boy
I got shawty in the room, call that Silent Hill 4
Well, that's not very haunted house of you, now is it?
Yuh, yuh
Woah
Woah, yuh
[Savage Ga$p:]
I got, I got blood stains on my Prada kicks, bitch boy
I'ma smack you in your fucking shit, boy
You can call me what you want, you know I'm really him, boy
And you're fire when I mute it, call that Silent Hill, boy
Like I'm Chainsaw Man, I'm 'boutta let it rip, boy
I see a Whole Lotta Red, I stomp you in my Ricks, boy
If you're subbing to her Twitch, she probably let me hit, boy
I got shawty in the room, call that Silent Hill 4
Bitch, I'm in my body bag
Put me in that shit and I'ma body that
I hit the psyche ward, look around like "where my shawty at?"
The perc it taste like Halloween candy, like I'll eat that
"Gaspare, what the hell you doin'?"
Bitch, don't call me that
Like Slytherin my pockets 'cause the green is what I get in them
The Ricky on my jeans and your bitch wanna get in them
The all black fit, boy, I pop out like the Enderman
The devil wears Prada, naw, Acne what I'm drippin' in
I got blood stains on my Prada kicks, boy, bitch boy
I'ma smack you in your fucking shit, boy
You can call me what you want, you know I'm really him, boy
And you're fire when I mute it, call that Silent Hill, boy
Like I'm Chainsaw Man, I'm 'boutta let it rip, boy
I see a Whole Lotta Red, I stomp you in my Ricks, boy
If you're subbing to her Twitch, she probably let me hit, boy
I got shawty in the room, call that Silent Hill 4
[Witchouse40k:]
Nose bleed 'em, blood up on his body, make 'em backtrack
Demons on 'em, trick 'em out his treats, he'll get his bag snatched
Carve his pumpkin like a Jack, he with the ghosts
I'm picking locks with Oogie Boogie, shock and barrel through his home
Crawl out the tomb on 'em
He got a body with bugs in it, turn 'em to ash every time that I'm rollin' up
Bag 'em, I'm cook 'em up, lacing your plug with it
Hungry for blood, seen his blood, I ain't full enough
Dig 'em up, I want his jewelry, leaving his body alone in the woods
Woods, walk out the cut with the crooks
He runnin' his mouth on me, now he on foot
[Savage Ga$p:]
I got blood stains on my Prada kicks, boy, bitch boy
I'ma smack you in your fucking shit, boy
You can call me what you want, you know I'm really him, boy
And you're fire when I mute it, call that Silent Hill, boy
Like I'm Chainsaw Man, I'm 'boutta let it rip, boy
I see a Whole Lotta Red, I stomp you in my Ricks, boy
If you're subbing to her Twitch, she probably let me hit, boy
I got shawty in the room, call that Silent Hill 4
