Ghostemane - Rapture

I'm sodomizin' your bitch, till the dawn break Hands surroundin' all her neck, till she red faced Buddha on my throat, cuz I meditate You fuckin' waste of space, don't you procreate I'm sodomizin' your bitch, till the dawn break Hands surroundin' all her neck, till she red faced Buddha on my throat, cuz I meditate You fuckin' waste of space, don't you procreate Soon as the moon hit its peak, bound your hands and feet Placing my hand on your face, uttering Latin speech Pulling 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 Hey! Don't pop, fuck dope Drunk at the citadel Sip the blood of Christ Drive, now I got a DUI 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 I'm sodomizin' your bitch, till the dawn break Hands surroundin' all her neck, till she red faced Buddha on my throat, cuz I meditate You fuckin' waste of space, don't you procreate I'm sodomizin' your bitch, till the dawn break Hands surroundin' all her neck, till she red faced Buddha on my throat, cuz I meditate You fuckin' waste of space, don't you procreate