Guard Dogs by Witchouse 40k Lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Witchouse 40k]
Bitch I pull up to the fucking spot whoa
Where the bodies rot whoa
Where the bodies rot whoa
Where the bodies rot
Knuckle up
We fighting in the lot whoa
Fighting in the lot whoa
Fighting in the lot whoa
Fighting in the lot whoa
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Phone ya before I corone ya
Stomach aching like I told ya hoe
Leave you in a coma
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Thirsty I'm milking [?]
[?] blood on my toga
Suit it up, boot it up
Pour a double cup
Open up, door shut
Hit it with a truck
Shoot em up
Double-H M with an [?]
Split em up cut em up
Don't give a fuck
[?] I'm looking so sly
Blood on my knife
I don't know why
Clean it up making it shine
Adding that shit to my shrine
Coming alive
[Verse 2: Jmattson]
It's Jmatts in the Witchouse
We just got back from your bitch house
I'm jumping back in the pit now
I never slack when I spit now
I fucking rap with an edge of a dime
I got stress in my mind
Fuck the feds for the rest of my life
Head to the bed with your wife
And attempt to divide
The depression is high, yeah
Never been a motherfucking simp (ay)
Ain't no way you're fucking with the king (ay)
Shove a motherfucker in the oven
If you're talking shit about [?] (ay)
Bitch we rolling smoking everyday I fucking levitate
Shake the fucking earth with the energy we generate
Hellhound militia
Fucking round we gon getcha
Smoking pounds in the whip bruh
Don't know how you can miss us
It's the hellhound militia
Fucking round we gon getcha
Smoking pounds in the whip bruh
Don't know how you can miss us
[Outro]
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