Witchouse 40k - GRAVEDIGGER (Official Music Video) Dir. Cyberdrip$

Witchouse 40k - GRAVEDIGGER (prod. NetuH x ³³marrow) Shot and dir. by Cyberdrip$ & Lafeyphoto Co-directed by Witchouse 40k HHM 747 T R A S H Witchy: Spotify and Apple Music - Witchouse 40k Instagram and Twitter - @witchouse40k NetuH: Instagram - @NETUH Youtube - @NetuH ³³marrow: Instagram - @33marrow CYBERDRIP$ Instagram - @cyberdrips Youtube - @CYBERDRIPS Spotify - Cyberdrip$ R8 and BTS photos/videos: @_allenv_ @alenaxxi Lyrics: I’m with the... I’m with the... I’m with the gang I’m with the I’m with the I’m with the gang *blech* Leaving em gully, he breakdown We turn em haunted, he scarred in the skully, his skeleton glass when it breaks Forty been uppin it, open up, see em I run up, he falling right into his grave now Bitch I’m the gravedigger, watch your body decay, put the Glock to yo face Face it, I come out the cold Haunted from head to the toe Forty been talkin to ghosts Pull-up his wheareabouts Hollows gon make em erode now Skully got hunnids of holes They ain’t notice nothin, we makin no sound Cemetary, forty talk wit the crows Hop out the coffin, i came from the slaughter Got pain, Imma shatter yo soul Don’t get too close Aim at your chin, leave a lump in your throat Break in the castle, I’m takin your throne I keep a Glock on me, came up from poverty, waking with confidence, stay decomposed Hop out my coffin, i resurrect slowly Look in my eyes, see the black in my soul Bottomless severance, never been lonely Fuck nobody, I pull up alone I’m his home with the Glocky out, bro want the smoke with me, giving em cottonmouth I’m on the block and I’m poppin out, catch em in traffic we not gonna talk it out Muhfucka wanna talk heavy, hit em with the heater, now he soft as ice Bloodsucka, I been coffin ready, like the undead; I ain’t scared to die Gun to your head Glock with a beam, I don’t bust at your legs Forty a demon, I talk with the dead Skeleton boy, send my ops to me next Bitch I’m a threat Forty the best Shot if he gully, get popped like sum meds Knocking his skully, he scarred like a vet Snatching his soul, leave the body a mess Piss on your grave I’m gon Eyuchhhh Knocking em out like Suboxone I’m with the dogs, see his pack, I’m gon air out Block looking haunted, an angel but fallen I pull up on em, put em in they collar See the the ops rollin, I got heaters on me, I’m gon end it slowly if he wanna talk Fifty on me, I’m gon pop it off, and I got targets dropping, I could send a shot Forty catchin bodies, keep the Glock on my hip Muhfucka talking stupid, he got popped in his shit Your wig split, crack and bodies, I leave blood in they spit I keep that razor wire tucked, I wrap the bat, make em flip flop Your clique soft, pussy y’all ain’t shit get your bitch shot Hands up in his pocket, trade his soul for his wrist watch And I don’t fuck wit witnesses, they stories all criss crossed I grip glocks, pullup spin the block like a pit stop Im with the gang *blech* Leaving em gully, he breakdown We turn em haunted, he scarred in the skully, his skeleton glass when it breaks Forty been uppin it, open up, see em I run up, he falling right into his grave now Bitch I’m the gravedigger, watch your body decay, put the Glock to yo face