Throat full of ghosts

[Verse 1] Got a bitch on the floor with a blade in her mouth Said “cut me, Daddy Burlap, bleed it south” She came on the rug while the demons cheered Snortin’ blow off a skull with a line of tears I don’t f**k for love—I f**k for sin She came three times with a cross in her skin Burnt her back with a hot spoon smile While the junkies outside set the dogs on fire I nut in her throat, she speak in tongues Eyes rolled back while the choir hums I cook dope with her panties on Then stuff that shit in a baby’s song Pipe still lit with a face in the smoke And I c*m when the fentanyl kissin’ her c***e She OD’d mid-ride, twitchin’ slow So I nutted in her c****e with the lights down low [Chorus] It’s a throat full of ghosts and a bed full of knives Every bitch I bless come back in fives Every shot I pour got a name on it Every hole I stretch got shame on it I ain’t human—I’m plague in a sack With a strap-on flame and a bitch on crack You pray for death, I nut in your wish While the devil eats a*s in a backwoods ditch [Verse 2] She ride my dick while I stir that pot Syrup in her eye and a scream in her twat Tied her wrists with extension cords Made her c*m to the sound of the methheads’ roar I f**k like a priest with a vendetta kink Took her soul out slow, let it rot in the sink Got virgins on call just to bleed for grams Got a pregnant goth hoe suckin’ dick for Xans Smacked a fiend with a crucifix Then fed her c**t to the dog for kicks I’m the one in the woods with the sickle tongue Where the kids get snatched and the prayers come undone She squirted on my name etched in bone Now her ghost eat a*s in a mobile home [Chorus] It’s a throat full of ghosts and a bed full of knives Every bitch I bless come back in fives Every shot I pour got a name on it Every hole I stretch got shame on it I ain’t human—I’m plague in a sack With a strap-on flame and a bitch on crack You pray for death, I nut in your wish While the devil eats a*s in a backwoods ditch [Bridge] Eyes wide shut when the cult gets fed We f**k to the sound of the almost-d**d Junkie girl chokin’ on a rosary bead While the homies b**t off to a goat god’s creed This ain’t p**n—it’s a prophecy Where we c*m in pain and the dope runs free Got a rat in a cage and a priest on glass While I throatfuck fate in a demon’s mask [Outro] So line up shots, pour bleach in the wine Let the whores chant “Burlap” one last time It’s a holy o**y with the dope gone black— And every nut’s a curse that won’t come back.