Witchouse 40k - BONEYARD (Official Music Video)

Witchouse 40k - "BONEYARD" (prod. VISH)
Shot and dir. by Cyberdrip$ & Witchouse 40k
Co-directed and edited by Witchouse 40k
Mixed and mastered by ³³marrow
HAUNTED HOUSE 747 T R A S H

Witchy:
Spotify and Apple Music - Witchouse 40k
Instagram and Twitter - @witchouse40k
Youtube - ‪@witchouse40k‬

VISH:
Instagram - @beats_by_vishnu

³³marrow:
Instagram - @33marrow

CYBERDRIP$:
Instagram - @cyberdrips
Youtube - ‪@CYBERDRIPS‬
Spotify - Cyberdrip$

Lyrics:

(HOOK)
Mold on my body, my soul decomposed
Blood in my eyes like you know I see ghosts
Came up from pennies, I been on my own in this bitch, out the gutter you know that I float
Spiderweb chain, from a mask on the face, I been up, but remember the days I was broke
Yeah yeah
Hop out the sediment, bugs in my clothes
Skin on my skeleton cold
Came out the dirt like some bones
Stay overdosed with it, Forty been through 'bout the most of it
Used to be whippin the stove
Death to my foes
Bounty your blood and I package your body and snatch out your soul with it
Who want the smoke wit me?
Crawl through your block knock your skully, these bullets got turn em to ghosts

Stuck in my dreams
Yeah
Holes in my lungs I can’t breathe, she watching me go as I fall to my knees
Yeah
Snakes in the grass let em bleed, I shed em often, leave em lost in the weeds
Yeah
Dont give a fuck where the demon goes, tracks on my arms always covered by sleeves
Yeah
I been through hell since a little kid, still on my own, I’m at home with the fiends

(VERSE)
I’m smokin dopamine
Mold on my tomb, forty deep, ain’t no folding me
Seen where the soulless be, baby Im, born to be wicked
I guess that’s the way that it goes
Yeah, yeah
I wanted gold on me
Came up from poverty, snatching off rosaries
Sleep where the soldiers bleedin
Burn the cards I was dealt, show my hand to em bet that he folds
Yeah, yeah
Rot in the coffin, I’m packing they bodies, I pullup on em put the Glock to his face
Muhfucka wanna act like a bully, but watch when we pull up we chalking his grave
I’m the god of the Wraiths
Opps in the way, they've been plagued by the wicked, your block gon decay
You ain’t holding no weight with me,
Cut up his body, Im smoking em out, I’m gon put that on gang
Hop out the grave
Moonlight up on me, I’m always to blame
Safe when I’m walking, I’m often deranged
Wickerman armory, lock em away
Take the skin from his body, his coffin awaits
Wasting away, see me crawling in place, I’m gon
Cut off my wings, I've been locked out the gates
Fleas on my body, I scratch at my veins, I been fiendin for locust, how long can I wait

(HOOK)
I decompose
Blood in my eyes like you know I see ghosts
Came up from pennies, I been on my own in this bitch, out the gutter you know that I float
Spiderweb chain, from a mask on the face, I been up, but remember the days I was broke
Yeah yeah
Hop out the sediment, bugs in my clothes
Skin on my skeleton cold
Came out the dirt like some bones
Stay overdosed with it, Forty been through 'bout the most of it
Used to be whippin the stove
Death to my foes
Bounty your blood and I package your body and snatch out your soul with it
Who want the smoke wit me?
Crawl through your block knock your skully, these bullets got turn em to ghosts

Stuck in my dreams
Yeah
Holes in my lungs I can’t breathe, she watching me go as I fall to my knees
Yeah
Snakes in the grass let em bleed, I shed em often, leave em lost in the weeds
Yeah
Dont give a fuck where the demon goes, tracks on my arms always covered by sleeves
Yeah
I been through hell since a little kid, still on my own, I’m at home with the fiends