Vegas Bill - PikAxe Freestyle
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Pretty little place when i fix myself and find my way (find my way)
Told me i could rest when i’m dead, till then i’ll rest in peace (rest in peace)
Broken like my tombstone, i’m coming back to put away (put away)
Bury me 6 feet deep with a pick axe in my grave
I think we’re about to find out
Was i sending them shots or did i quiet down
Was i taking some time to release a track
I was crawling out my grave with a knife in my back
If i wanna end a career i could, i would end like 3 with just 1 hook
But enough with that, dres sent me this track so i could spaz the fuck out like a panic attack
It’s a noble ambition, a fucking righteous admission
Like a foreign exchange kid, i’m telling you what i’m missing
I was malicious at first like sid vicious at work
Until i found myself breaking every witches curse
Since birth i was born to be a problem
The bottom of the bucket but fuck it i’m loving the challenge of proving all these bitches wrong i’m doing damage
I’m ramming my dick in, it’s the opposite of flaccid
A reactions what i’m looking for, call me the storm
All i see is fuck boys like that shit is an art form
The coffins warm bitch i pulled another one out
I’m grave digging man keep my name out your mouth
You try to rap without knowing rules, quit playing nice cuz i’m fucking rude
I can’t hear your words and you think that’s cool
But i just did a freestyle about a fucking tool
Pretty little place like my graveyard bitch i call that home (call that home)
Dressed in all black motherfucker i can tell i wanna be alone (i just wanna be alone)
Lay me down in the concrete let that shit cover up my face (no escape)
Bury me 6 feet deep with a pick axe in my grave
Told me i could rest when i’m dead, till then i’ll rest in peace (rest in peace)
Broken like my tombstone, i’m coming back to put away (put away)
Bury me 6 feet deep with a pick axe in my grave
I think we’re about to find out
Was i sending them shots or did i quiet down
Was i taking some time to release a track
I was crawling out my grave with a knife in my back
If i wanna end a career i could, i would end like 3 with just 1 hook
But enough with that, dres sent me this track so i could spaz the fuck out like a panic attack
It’s a noble ambition, a fucking righteous admission
Like a foreign exchange kid, i’m telling you what i’m missing
I was malicious at first like sid vicious at work
Until i found myself breaking every witches curse
Since birth i was born to be a problem
The bottom of the bucket but fuck it i’m loving the challenge of proving all these bitches wrong i’m doing damage
I’m ramming my dick in, it’s the opposite of flaccid
A reactions what i’m looking for, call me the storm
All i see is fuck boys like that shit is an art form
The coffins warm bitch i pulled another one out
I’m grave digging man keep my name out your mouth
You try to rap without knowing rules, quit playing nice cuz i’m fucking rude
I can’t hear your words and you think that’s cool
But i just did a freestyle about a fucking tool
Pretty little place like my graveyard bitch i call that home (call that home)
Dressed in all black motherfucker i can tell i wanna be alone (i just wanna be alone)
Lay me down in the concrete let that shit cover up my face (no escape)
Bury me 6 feet deep with a pick axe in my grave
