GHOSTEMANE – Rapture lyrics

[Hook] (2x)
I'm sodomizin' your bitch till the dawn break
Hands surroundin' her neck till she red faced
Buddha on my throat cuz I meditate
You fuckin' waste of space, don't you procreate

[Verse 1]
Soon as the moon hit it's peak
Bound your hands and feet
Placin' my hand on your face
Utterin' Latin speech
Pullin' a dagger up outta my waist I place it in between your teeth
Soon as Vega hits the Zenith I pull it and you bleed
I don't respond to no beef
I would rather croak
I'm too enlightened to speak
Yes I am too woke
Pentagram on my ski
But just to provoke
You to question and seek
What you think you know

[Verse 2]
Don't pop
Fuck dope
Drunk at the Citadel
Sip the blood of Christ
Drive
Now I got a D-U-I
Old soul
Really though
Never leave my house I don't
Wanna go
Anywhere cuz in a full room I'm alone
No I don't
Feel like I'm from here at all
Think a meteor with my cells hit Earth here long ago
Makin' me a thing from a world where we don't give a fuck
About what anyone else doin' I would rather not know

[Hook] (2x)
I'm sodomizin' your bitch till the dawn break
Hands surroundin' her neck till she red faced
Buddha on my throat cuz I meditate
You fuckin' waste of space, don't you procreate