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Ghost Gnome Goth (feat. Klarc Kummings Koq) Video (MV)






GODDAMN GOTHS ON METH - Ghost Gnome Goth (feat. Klarc Kummings Koq) Lyrics
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There's a clown who's going on a walk, going home
She's in a little while, so I'm the guardian
I will see her in about an hour
I have no clue what she has done
She will come in a few hours or two, so she can see
But she will not let go of her way
She will see ghosts go
Gothic is gnome ghost
Ghosts, genital
Jack and Hob heard ghosts address the urn
Understand Hob they Hog knew
The one who has been on her mind
BC ghosts, they want us, yeah
Unbelievably beautiful, so we can get the same place
Nothing is more, Morrissey, than a cute distress
A cute nothing dress, cute nothingness, sir
I dress a cute in an ideal nothingness
Ideal nothingness, in a distress
Actually fall fail, and forsake
You dumb f*ckery, fabless
Distillery, canker, cold, sore
Whores
Must you break my forlorn, folklore
The phallus of seas, this diss-with-ease
Who is this holly honker
Hoopla humpback hand job
Gizabelle gem you have here, boy?
This bitch bewitched son!
Songwriting is hard!
So any-hoo
Whoa! what's with all the dead people?
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There's a clown who's going on a walk, going home
She's in a little while, so I'm the guardian
I will see her in about an hour
I have no clue what she has done
She will come in a few hours or two, so she can see
But she will not let go of her way
She will see ghosts go
Gothic is gnome ghost
Ghosts, genital
Jack and Hob heard ghosts address the urn
Understand Hob they Hog knew
The one who has been on her mind
BC ghosts, they want us, yeah
Unbelievably beautiful, so we can get the same place
Nothing is more, Morrissey, than a cute distress
A cute nothing dress, cute nothingness, sir
I dress a cute in an ideal nothingness
Ideal nothingness, in a distress
Actually fall fail, and forsake
You dumb f*ckery, fabless
Distillery, canker, cold, sore
Whores
Must you break my forlorn, folklore
The phallus of seas, this diss-with-ease
Who is this holly honker
Hoopla humpback hand job
Gizabelle gem you have here, boy?
This bitch bewitched son!
Songwriting is hard!
So any-hoo
Whoa! what's with all the dead people?
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Writer: Robert Bryant
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