Armand Hammer - Nosferatu lyrics

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Armand Hammer - Nosferatu lyrics

(Woods) Drink first, drink deeply From sleeping to writhing beneath me Weakening/it ain't easy While she gone barely breathing The money comes back greasy Good p**y don't come cheaply Open her veins drink again Bottomless The dick is drained the b**h is trained I get hunger pains riding around looking at things Sliding in shadows Put the gla** slipper on a young ho/moon eyes s**ed the p**y dry left her more dead than alive Don't act surprised/nothing lasts forever From turned out on the dick to name on the whip to Burned out on the strip/we'll be in it together Bloodied her lip buried the treasure Triple x marks the spot Forget-me-not's and black roses Palefaced/handon her throat/stolen moments/ Choking/out of pocket get broken/black moon/ I gotchu opin Riding and smoking spit game wide as the ocean Hypnotize minds mindless devotion Watch you put on lotion while I light the d** Flesh by the pound but not a single drop of blood Chorus: Slept all day heavy curtains drawn Her head on my chest heart in the palm I could make a fist but the night is long (Elucid) The dick dont come cheap Your soul to keep, touch, tease Crown of her head Sole of her feet No other but me Feed it deep p**y seize throb and cream Invest in my dream Hallucination machine Pyramid schemes For whosoever believe Ask and ye shall receive Slip on outta them jeans Ass gleaming Lebanese cedar sheen Shes a keeper, portishead out the speaker Earthly pleasure strung out begging for extra Free to drain Ain't nothing here in my name Start to pester? Second thoughts On to the next one She bluffing dropping bread crumbs back to the rest, son Lost one Forked tongue in both holes Heart froze Toxic lows Somehow keep coming back for more, sadistic Casualties and statistic Eating cold eels thinking distant thoughts Absurd Jack johnson minus purse and furs She's hooked He's got much nerve Hardly invested standing on the verge of leech and lover Stubborn Keep her white knuckled in our throes of pleasure Whatever Can't purge the kid Your curse is his

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