That's A Rap
Vegas Bill & White Owl Official & Lunar Eyez
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I stand before you as a twist of fate Cuz the shovel broke digging up my grave A misanthrope at the end of the day So here's what I hate The human race I drop the casket like I'm Darby Allin I'm not spitting heat Bitch I'm puking ashes I start the fires when I'm fucken rapping With gasoline by the pints and gallons A heart of malice that doesn't beat Resides inside my chest cavity I'm a cemetery walker Living at the fucken bottom Of the valley of dishonor In the shadow of the horns The land of the scorned I was born to burn this world To the core in maniac form Defying more what I'm supposed to be Instead I'm everything that I hate and more Cuz that pale horse has claimed my life The epitome of a sacrifice My own demise always suited me right So the morbid horseman's gonna ride tonight Do you see my eyes? Nothing inside But a broken mind On a hollow shell I dwell in darkness my citadels falling All around me like chunks of hails Lift up her veil She got me struck I like my woman dead as f*ck And girl you fit description In that perfect black makeup I'm just hunting son For that victim once I get em under the spell We cross the line Will you give your soul, body and mind To the dark side for the rest of time Defined by my obsession with the last ride Catalyst for the wicked shit Black Magic clique's little anarchist The line I walk is thin as a razors edge to cut my face a smile I been gone for so fucken long My body's feeling inanimate So blasphemous I mean villainous I'm killing shit with every word I drift the hearse till the tires burst Screaming f*ck the earth Straight dick in the dirt I made hate from hurt And turned bad to worse Then I changed a curse into a fucken verse And floored the gas around every turn With no self concern and a will to burn So I fill the urns Zip the body bags I'm like Rich Ramirez Or the son of Sam Maybe zodiac Silence Of The Lambs Ed Gein is back You can call me Jack The way I'm ripping tracks into fucken scraps My words are weapons I don't need a strap As a matter of fact you can scratch all that I'm the man in black And that's a fucken wrap I don't f*ck around with no hoe shit If I play it loud it goes in Lemme boast a while About the how and how You suck a dick You fucken bitch You just lucky mothafucker That I ain't never clap back Half a pound of fame Packed in my back pack Check ya mothafucking team Bitch you need to call the hazmat Bitch it's simple they never could have hacked that The problem they presented to me is How many of them I can eat It's pussy for dinner It's pussy for breakfast Lemme quit playing I've slaughtered my lesser This type of vendetta and all of this effort Is above what's compared to whatever they selling Test me mothafucker And you might wanna get back Bet I'm on a level and the others can not reach that Look at this incredible should I do a recap While we wait for the inevitable Bitch I got a bomb strapped Try to do it better bud But I got that power tool Rhythm like a skill saw Cut em like I'm supposed to Ain't nothing bout it old school All they got is auto tune My shit goes hard bitch Something they could never do Now watch how we kill it We branded the villain Cuz all of this talent The others are missing They lacking in spirit That shit is apparent And me mothafucker I bring you the illest This voodoo we spitting Black Magic is gang No fucks if they trippin They all are the same No faces no more Just fragments of brain They weak and they brittle I have such a distaste For people in general So f*ck the whole thing I've recruited my generals So come out and play Defined by my obsession with the last ride Catalyst for the wicked shit Black Magic clique's little anarchist The line I walk is thin as a razors edge to cut my face a smile I been gone for so fucken long My body's feeling inanimate So blasphemous I mean villainous I'm killing shit with every word I drift the hearse till the tires burst Screaming f*ck the earth Straight dick in the dirt I made hate from hurt And turned bad to worse Then I changed a curse into a fucken verse And floored the gas around every turn With no self concern and a will to burn So I fill the urns Zip the body bags I'm like Rich Ramirez Or the son of Sam Maybe zodiac Silence Of The Lambs Ed Gein is back You can call me Jack The way I'm ripping tracks into fucken scraps My words are weapons I don't need a strap As a matter of fact you can scratch all that I'm the man in black And that's a fucken wrap I've always been just a little too serious All of the bars are feeling like Syria How in the f*ck are you gonna come back When I drop down a bomb and your content is wrecked Feeling so cool and you're feeling so hype Till I come out the dark and I f*ck up your night Bitch I've waited now I'm stalking my prey Cuz I watch in the night and attack in the day I only fear one thing My dark side coming to play That motherfuckers wacked out And has some crippling bars to say I don't understand your content bitch You said your hard but wear a fanny pack bitch Now drop a jaw and just eat this dick Cuz your getting fucked with ever line I rip I've never been this cold Maybe I'm too old Maybe I should just fall back And just release on these folks I don't give a f*ck Man I'll do it now I'll drive it here I'll speed it out And I'll see if you can keep up with this tempo I rip It's pathetic I'm athletic with the lyrical genetics And I'm feeling I'll regret it But I'll cross it when I get it Right now every minutes crucial To the epidemic of the demolition With the victims in the amateur division How the f*ck you wanna battle I razzle dazzle these assholes while I'm leaving the castle With the kings head up in a satchel You weren't ready for this battle Now keep my name out your trash flow I don't really give a f*ck man I could smash y'all Defined by my obsession with the last ride Catalyst for the wicked shit Black Magic clique's little anarchist The line I walk is thin as a razors edge to cut my face a smile I been gone for so fucken long My body's feeling inanimate So blasphemous I mean villainous I'm killing shit with every word I drift the hearse till the tires burst Screaming f*ck the earth Straight dick in the dirt I made hate from hurt And turned bad to worse Then I changed a curse into a fucken verse And floored the gas around every turn With no self concern and a will to burn So I fill the urns Zip the body bags I'm like Rich Ramirez Or the son of Sam Maybe zodiac Silence Of The Lambs Ed Gein is back You can call me Jack The way I'm ripping tracks into fucken scraps My words are weapons I don't need a strap As a matter of fact you can scratch all that I'm the man in black And that's a fucken wrap
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