Trixie the Golden Witch | Bitches That Wanna Mosh//Wass Goin' On?? (Lyrics Video) - Trial of the Golden Witch x bateater @Trixiethegoldenwitch | Uploaded 5 months ago | Updated 9 hours ago
Listen on any streaming platform, buy on Bandcamp: trialofthegoldenwitch.bandcamp.com/album/bitches-that-wanna-mosh-ep
Sean's Very Own Album by bateater: bateatermusic.bandcamp.com/album/seans-very-own-album
Beats and second verse on Wass Goin' On?? by bateater, other vocals by Trixie the Golden Witch
Bitches That Wanna Mosh:
Amana dumana damana mou
Let's go!
Yeah!
Come on!
Everybody!
Let's move!
Don't sit!
It's a pit!
Let's go!
Tie up your hair, you gon' get it caught on my chain
Get out the front if you do not want to be slain
Don't bring no shit you don't want broken to the pit
You don't like pain, li'l girl, go to the wall and sit
You a big man, put a wall around the shit
Grab your little bitch and toss her ass in
Don't be mad when she come out ugly
Black-ass eyes and no more front teeth
Got no thug beef, got no dosh
I'm just here 'cause I want to mosh
Yeah, I'm on one, bitch, yeah, I'm sloshed
Toss me in the back seat after this song
Ringin' in my ears for the next three days
Neck fuckin' hurt 'cause I keep headbangin'
All I remember is bass and chaos
Me and my bitches all smashed and moshed
I'm out for bitches that wanna mosh
Yeah
Say what?
Woo!
Wass Goin On?? (feat. bateater)
Wass up? Wass goin' on?
I been stressed out, like
Fuckin' really fuckin' stressed out, like
I been runnin' with the best on mic
Droppin' plates every day, and the gold on ice
So I gotta light it up, get the place all nice
Then, RIP!
Uh oh! There goes the panty hoes!
Droppin' it low to hit the gravity bong on the floor
Pour a couple wine flight in the gullet, then
Blasted, I blew it all over the bathroom floor
FUCK! This is--yuck!
I pass out and leave it for another to touch...
...sorry papa, but at least that yummy lunch you made me was still good on the way up..?
I don't need to be drunk, but I need to be high!
It's a fact of life, like getting taxed and dying
And I hate it all, just like I hate sleep
But if the show fits... I'll prob'ly be in bed 'till 3AM
I don't PMS but I get real stressed just like,
Fuckin' really fuckin' stressed just like
I been hikin' thru the Adirondacs without a backpack
And no strap, when a cougar attacks
Bird's Luger go BLAT
Once more, that Storc carries me in a sack
Tied to a rope on his back
Hops off like Samurai Jack
And we never headin' back to the past
So that's really wassup
Middle fingers up in the front of the truck
Homies in the back, talkin' SUCKERPUNCH
I think I hear one of 'em now, about to get turnt up!
Wass up? Wass goin' on?
(bateater)
It's bat!
Fuck askin' "what's crackin'?"
Pull up to the party: "what's up, baby? What's happenin'?"
I don't make friends easy, difficult with others, so
If I'm fuckin' with you, then you know I really love you (BITCH!)
Fuck her while the cop's watching...
Rather fuck her in the cop car
Ho smell that night
Ain't no "told you so's," tho I'm usually right
If Vizzy is the architecht, and Trixie's the best artist
Dave's better at beats, so I guess I'm the fuckin' hardest!
Came up out of Texas spittin' rhymes into the darkness
'Till I found the light, and stabbed it where the motherfuckin' heart is!
I'm heartless! (Aye!)
Lemme talk my shit:
Every beat that I ever made is a hit
You fuckin' with the legend, the veteran
Disrespectfully aggressive, anti-social and overly competitive motherfucker
Pulling strings like Geppetto
Amphetamines lightin' up your solar plexus
You ask my what's up, and I tell yo' ass, "TEXAS!!"
It's bat!
Wass up? Wass happenin'?
Listen on any streaming platform, buy on Bandcamp: trialofthegoldenwitch.bandcamp.com/album/bitches-that-wanna-mosh-ep
Sean's Very Own Album by bateater: bateatermusic.bandcamp.com/album/seans-very-own-album
Beats and second verse on Wass Goin' On?? by bateater, other vocals by Trixie the Golden Witch
Bitches That Wanna Mosh:
Amana dumana damana mou
Let's go!
Yeah!
Come on!
Everybody!
Let's move!
Don't sit!
It's a pit!
Let's go!
Tie up your hair, you gon' get it caught on my chain
Get out the front if you do not want to be slain
Don't bring no shit you don't want broken to the pit
You don't like pain, li'l girl, go to the wall and sit
You a big man, put a wall around the shit
Grab your little bitch and toss her ass in
Don't be mad when she come out ugly
Black-ass eyes and no more front teeth
Got no thug beef, got no dosh
I'm just here 'cause I want to mosh
Yeah, I'm on one, bitch, yeah, I'm sloshed
Toss me in the back seat after this song
Ringin' in my ears for the next three days
Neck fuckin' hurt 'cause I keep headbangin'
All I remember is bass and chaos
Me and my bitches all smashed and moshed
I'm out for bitches that wanna mosh
Yeah
Say what?
Woo!
Wass Goin On?? (feat. bateater)
Wass up? Wass goin' on?
I been stressed out, like
Fuckin' really fuckin' stressed out, like
I been runnin' with the best on mic
Droppin' plates every day, and the gold on ice
So I gotta light it up, get the place all nice
Then, RIP!
Uh oh! There goes the panty hoes!
Droppin' it low to hit the gravity bong on the floor
Pour a couple wine flight in the gullet, then
Blasted, I blew it all over the bathroom floor
FUCK! This is--yuck!
I pass out and leave it for another to touch...
...sorry papa, but at least that yummy lunch you made me was still good on the way up..?
I don't need to be drunk, but I need to be high!
It's a fact of life, like getting taxed and dying
And I hate it all, just like I hate sleep
But if the show fits... I'll prob'ly be in bed 'till 3AM
I don't PMS but I get real stressed just like,
Fuckin' really fuckin' stressed just like
I been hikin' thru the Adirondacs without a backpack
And no strap, when a cougar attacks
Bird's Luger go BLAT
Once more, that Storc carries me in a sack
Tied to a rope on his back
Hops off like Samurai Jack
And we never headin' back to the past
So that's really wassup
Middle fingers up in the front of the truck
Homies in the back, talkin' SUCKERPUNCH
I think I hear one of 'em now, about to get turnt up!
Wass up? Wass goin' on?
(bateater)
It's bat!
Fuck askin' "what's crackin'?"
Pull up to the party: "what's up, baby? What's happenin'?"
I don't make friends easy, difficult with others, so
If I'm fuckin' with you, then you know I really love you (BITCH!)
Fuck her while the cop's watching...
Rather fuck her in the cop car
Ho smell that night
Ain't no "told you so's," tho I'm usually right
If Vizzy is the architecht, and Trixie's the best artist
Dave's better at beats, so I guess I'm the fuckin' hardest!
Came up out of Texas spittin' rhymes into the darkness
'Till I found the light, and stabbed it where the motherfuckin' heart is!
I'm heartless! (Aye!)
Lemme talk my shit:
Every beat that I ever made is a hit
You fuckin' with the legend, the veteran
Disrespectfully aggressive, anti-social and overly competitive motherfucker
Pulling strings like Geppetto
Amphetamines lightin' up your solar plexus
You ask my what's up, and I tell yo' ass, "TEXAS!!"
It's bat!
Wass up? Wass happenin'?
