Vegas Bill - Causing Chaos In Colfax County
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It’s the wasteland walker
The smell death will follow me (where?)
Through this fucken valley
Just like shadow, methodically
Stepping on to these bodies
I often think i’m hollowing
With nothing left to care about
At least a shell keeps hardening
And part of me believes that if it’s broke
It can still be fixed
But i have knotted up so much
I’d come undone with a single twist
Let’s skip the fucken games
This world is better swallowеd up in flames
As simple as i could explain
I’ll hatе you all till i’m in a grave
Now
Let me get back to this escapade
These death charades
A live grenade inside my brain
To make it bang
It hasn’t changed (why?)
I’m still living in the graveyard
And i don’t plan to leave until i stop my fucken grey heart
It’s jake’s yard but vegas bill went and took it
Put 1 foot in the water and the devil kept on pushing (bye)
So now i wear this crown of thorns
My horns will keep it hooked in
Now i’ve become the fucken wicked one
And satan's bit the bullet
Check my fucken record
They call me the end of days
Ain’t nobody stepping up
Even my interlude gets played (damn)
I’m saying we ain’t the same, i’ve put bullets in my brain
And i’m still out rapping every motherfucker in my way
I’m hussein to the living
I’m attila to the dead
Got my castle decorated with a hoard of severed heads
Baphomet in the flesh
I’m consuming all the weak
With this pagan blood inside my veins
My name is not to speak
Step away from the mic before i burn it down
And they wonder why i don’t want anyone around
I’ve lost everything but i never found
A way to turn this fucken frown upside down
I thought there was a chance that hope sealed and locked (why?)
I thought i’d be happy again when my album dropped (nope)
But i watched my self esteem hits lows i’ve never seen
And i never got that smile that i thought was within reach
It’s seems i’ve become a vessel, poster child for hate
They tried bury me away, but i kicked the fucken gates
Wide open, while holding explosives
Smoking, the bottles are broken
Blowing the bones of the chosen up to the shoulders of odin
The jotun’s are choking the fucken throats of the hopeless
I’m soaking in the witches potion
I’m a child of loki
Cuz each poems unholy
The chosen one for the ghosts
And spoken omens to vegas bill are just bringing more notice
(bitch)
Now i’ve made a lot of enemies since my father died
It feels like they’re trying to fucken knock me off my stride
But with each punch they’re throwing
And each bone that’s broken
I’m still banging fucken heads like throat fucking a hoe
So know one thing
When i’m near a mic, it gets rocked
Cuz i got the bars to just pop this fucken roof off the top
Of these fucken studio walls
No matter the make or how tall
So you know just who to call when you need a skylight installed
(tell 'em)
Now to all you fucken posers who think you live in hell
Take a trip in to my world and watch the fucken ice melt
You’ve never felt true pain
You’re like sheep being fed
You say you’re living like the dead
Bitch i am the fucken dead
It’s the wasteland walker
The smell death will follow me (where?)
Through this fucken valley
Just like shadow, methodically
Stepping on to these bodies
I often think i’m hollowing
With nothing left to care about
At least a shell keeps hardening
And part of me believes that if it’s broke
It can still be fixed
But i have knotted up so much
I’d come undone with a single twist
Let’s skip the fucken games
This world is better swallowеd up in flames
As simple as i could explain
I’ll hatе you all till i’m in a grave
Now
Let me get back to this escapade
These death charades
A live grenade inside my brain
To make it bang
It hasn’t changed (why?)
I’m still living in the graveyard
And i don’t plan to leave until i stop my fucken grey heart
It’s jake’s yard but vegas bill went and took it
Put 1 foot in the water and the devil kept on pushing (bye)
So now i wear this crown of thorns
My horns will keep it hooked in
Now i’ve become the fucken wicked one
And satan's bit the bullet
Check my fucken record
They call me the end of days
Ain’t nobody stepping up
Even my interlude gets played (damn)
I’m saying we ain’t the same, i’ve put bullets in my brain
And i’m still out rapping every motherfucker in my way
I’m hussein to the living
I’m attila to the dead
Got my castle decorated with a hoard of severed heads
Baphomet in the flesh
I’m consuming all the weak
With this pagan blood inside my veins
My name is not to speak
Step away from the mic before i burn it down
And they wonder why i don’t want anyone around
I’ve lost everything but i never found
A way to turn this fucken frown upside down
I thought there was a chance that hope sealed and locked (why?)
I thought i’d be happy again when my album dropped (nope)
But i watched my self esteem hits lows i’ve never seen
And i never got that smile that i thought was within reach
It’s seems i’ve become a vessel, poster child for hate
They tried bury me away, but i kicked the fucken gates
Wide open, while holding explosives
Smoking, the bottles are broken
Blowing the bones of the chosen up to the shoulders of odin
The jotun’s are choking the fucken throats of the hopeless
I’m soaking in the witches potion
I’m a child of loki
Cuz each poems unholy
The chosen one for the ghosts
And spoken omens to vegas bill are just bringing more notice
(bitch)
Now i’ve made a lot of enemies since my father died
It feels like they’re trying to fucken knock me off my stride
But with each punch they’re throwing
And each bone that’s broken
I’m still banging fucken heads like throat fucking a hoe
So know one thing
When i’m near a mic, it gets rocked
Cuz i got the bars to just pop this fucken roof off the top
Of these fucken studio walls
No matter the make or how tall
So you know just who to call when you need a skylight installed
(tell 'em)
Now to all you fucken posers who think you live in hell
Take a trip in to my world and watch the fucken ice melt
You’ve never felt true pain
You’re like sheep being fed
You say you’re living like the dead
Bitch i am the fucken dead
