Children of the Corn

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Children of the night
 What music they make?
 Ayy, yuh
 Bitch, I'ma rip up your father, your mother
 I'll come for your family, you shot at my brothers
 I always got mystical numbers, lil' gunna
 I'm number than you and my army like, "Gun them" (Ayy)
 Tats on my wrist, no wrist watch
 Neck cut from when a vampire bit it, uh
 Put 'em in a grave with a flintlock
 Smoking on the Earth like I'm smoking on wicked
 Pull up with a pole
 Got a bullet vest full of holes
 Put a lead and leave a body cold
 Suckin' out his soul
 I'ma cock back, let it go
 Sabertooth walk with the ghosts
 Never love a ho
 Bitch, I'ma stay alone, never with bitches, I'm only with bro
 Get the fuck out my phone
 Loose in my home
 LSD chemicals, feel in my bones, yah, uh
 New Gucci on me, I need all the guala
 I got all the likes but I got all the comments
 I fuck on his bitch, shawty call me her father
 He say he a rapper, he like an impostor
 I shoot at your brother, lil' bitch, I'm a gunner
 You talkin' that shit, so I pull up with something
 These paths that I'm cutting, I give them the cuts
 And we comin', not dippin' from combat
 HHM comin' out the fucking northwest
 Pretty good chance we'll be responsible for your death
 Watch my sword flex
 Bitch, we risin' after 4 texts
 I hope you got her
 I'm getting tapped off in the forest
 I don't wanna see you in my DMs (Bitch)
 I don't wanna help but I don't need them (Hoo)
 Shawty wanna fuck me in the BM' (Ayy)
 I been livin' life without a reason
 Bitch, I'm feenin', bitch, I'm hungry
 Cannibalism, I kill 'em [?] fuckin' [?]
 Hellhound season, bitch, we hunting
 Murderin' motherfuckers in a church up at a Sunday, uh
 Hollow on the inside, definition of the walking dead
 Pullin' out my eyes, see my insides full of spider webs
 From the ash I rise, inside the flames is where I lay my head
 Slit my throat and break my spine, gonna make you taste this lead
 Hellhounds, we coming, we rise from the Earth
 [?] to destroy and Mvko the curse
 Witchouse be pourin' up whip in the hearse
 Jmattson beside, I've been evil since birth
 Walk through the trees, watchin' birds in the fire
 Pull out your lungs, watch you choke on the pliers
 Blowin' that gas, we get higher and higher
 Eyes rollin' back, had her mouth [?] spiders
 Bitch, you bet we'll never meet again (Bitch)
 Tryna shake my hand, motherfucker, we ain't friends (Nah)
 Tryna fucking fake a location, you could send (What?)
 Fucking with the gang is not a move I recommend (Nah)
 Make him speak in tongues, no caption
 Pull up with a blade, [?] venom [?] (Rrah)
 Smokin' on a reef has got me tweakin' on it because of the scene, lights, camera, action
 Bitch, I'm reckless, check the necklace
 Take your wifey out for breakfast
 Smash the pussy, leave her breathless
 Maggz the pussy killer, he's a selfless menace
 All those songs and no attention
 Prolly 'cause yo' raps are straight depressin'
 HHMers, bad intentions
 Better hope her name stay the fuck out your mentions (Hoo)

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Duration
02:57
Key
1
Tempo
130 BPM

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