Vegas Bill - Hellboy Freestyle
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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 mе but i'll pick em off like guitar strings
Let mе warm up my lungs like i just smoked a blunt
2 or 3 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 fuck 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 fuck 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
Fuck 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 effects 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 gotta 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 fuck
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 100 bars in and i'm looking for the kill
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 mе but i'll pick em off like guitar strings
Let mе warm up my lungs like i just smoked a blunt
2 or 3 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 fuck 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 fuck 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
Fuck 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 effects 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 gotta 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 fuck
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 100 bars in and i'm looking for the kill
