Summoned Souls - Code Of The Coven lyrics

[Verse 1: Rich Maiden] Code of the Coven demanded us Summoned unto this land of disgust If you dare try to run up on us Imma f** around and (bring him out dead) Some of them kids never got it, nah Ain't with that lame sh** like gratata AK to your face now you've seen it all Reaper coming to introduce you to god Some of this sh** never sets in Some of them bridges gonna burn down Better pray for an escape or you'll never make it But it's too late to stop now Coven kid b**h Blood drive on my wrist These curtains bout to drop down Cloven the foot Imma fly away on my broomstick to a place i won't be found I can feel this pressure building up, i see Now i see what you wanted all along from me Can't dream Can't drop down now How the f** do you live with yourself? Never underestimate the motherf**ing snakes in the garden Never understood the gossiping i'm sorry Swerving in a motherf**in hooptie but it feels like a ferrari Sipping on this acid like it was bacardi Got a feeling that i'm bout to catch a body Got a warrant out for me The maiden sipping on a 40 Just drowning liver with the double malt liquor motherf**a Raise the pistols This a suicide party [Verse 2: Eidolon] We been cast out of the populous Turned from the light to the oculus Wrist to the knife with the sloppy cuts Summon the Coven and (bring him out dead) I could care less bout your melanin None of you b**hes is relevant Coven the clique best remember it Losing my sh** won't you (bring him out dead) Cus I've been locked down by these chains Burnin in turn with the flames Split from the cave found my lane and I'm making a name as I (bring him out dead) The eloquent loss of all betterment Sorry ma but I can never stay selebate Eidolon masterin ways of the rhetoric Eidolon mastering ways of dismemberment Bodies of pussies are festerin End of an era I know Bloody my ballista Kevin McAllister Home alone talkin to ghosts I don't know what you want from me Trade my soul for fame and money Scorched the land of milk and honey Burn the pages still be something All my life I could give a f** Now I'm getting what I want You trapped inside our cobra clutch The covens got the serpents touch So get with the vibe and the poetry We'll be here spitting in spite of the nose bleed You in the presence of the reaper the fear it has beat ya while grippin ya rosary [Verse 3: SNXP] Burn from the pain i can't think Making my moves that i'm gonna do quick Never knew it could turn to this Throw a fit while the burner lit Don't give sh** about no running mate I ought a break his legs so running late I might drop a hand grenade In the middle of a meditate Met up the realest renegade b**h you know Bring the heat when it's cold We gonna make ya'll fold Hear my name and gon hit the floor f** out my face b**h All you do is lane switch Creeping in the cut you knowing it's going up it's Coven we the same kids