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Vegas Bill

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I'm like Charlie Manson
Crazy enough to get Michael Jackson up out his grave
Make him dance with a blank face
And play bloody knuckles with a straight blade
Did the game change
I don't know
I never played in the first place
But where I'm standing to where I see
It looks like a child's birthday
Let my words sing like R. Kelly
I'm pissing on them ice cream and dairy
Ben and Jerry's should hire me
Cuz I'm smooth as cream and white as Harry
Prince boy where ya been boy
You been a toy you're my killjoy
I don't know why they're hating on me
But I'll pick em off like guitar strings
Let me warm up my lungs like I just smoked a blunt
Two or three more down I'm hitting home runs
This Jack in my left hand got me busting nuts
I'm about to run this bitch
You should turn the volume up
You're feeling defeat motherfuckers wanna be me
Bee stings every word is hitting like an M16
Are you listening to the frequency
I'm ODB I'll smoke you like a loose leaf
When I write I'm not right
Left handed when I hold the mic
That's southpaw like Shady said
You're soft as f*ck like a babies head
You want it again I never win
I always loose nothing to choose
I'm in the tomb
Wanna walk a mile in my shoes
Good luck to you
That attitude could get you killed
I don't give a f*ck that's mass appeal
Like a fucking orange
Living everyday of my fucking life standing in the void
I make riot music
Songs to die to
I can prove
I ain't moving
Towards the top Imma stay right here
Learning from the pain and every tear
That hits the ground every fucking day
I don't need your prayers
Imma be ok
F*ck it though I'm all alone
Sitting on my throne in my Superman cape
Up up and away
I got Lois Lane in my bed
Legs behind her head
Screaming so loud I'm deaf
Left the place soaking wet
My effect's breaking necks
In my left hand got a bottle
In my right I got my check
But enough with that, I'm going back to rap
Going back to the boom bap
Death metal, death rap
Dropping bodies like a bat can up in Wuhan
Now I wear a mask when I'm filling up gas
And after that I'm the fire man
Lighting fires and burning hands with cattle brands
And melting sand to make me glass in my
Yeah I just fucked that last line up
But I don't give a f*ck
Imma keep fucking going
Till you cut out both my lungs
Put them bitches on a spike
Hang my fucking shit up
Shout out to EDolla
Got me staying Woke Up
And shout out my boy Cash
Got me singing Chop Chop
I should get them on a song
That'd be fresh as Listerine
You can keep that in your head
Like your fucking memories
These similes and metaphors are kicking in your fucking door
Like hiding from the cops
Bitch I'm nothing that you'd want
I'll put that on my skills
You can call me Vegas Bill
I'm a hundred bars in and I'm looking for the kill

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