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vegas bill, white owl official, & lunar eyez – that’s a rap كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: vegas bill]
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
b_tch i’m puking ashes
i start the fires when i’m f_cken 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 f_cken bottom
of the valley of dishonor
in the shadow of the h_rns
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 sh_ll
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
[bridge: vegas bill]
defined by my obsession with the last ride
catalyst for the wicked sh_t
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 f_cken long
my body’s feeling inanimate
so blasphemous
i mean villainous
i’m k!lling sh_t with every word
i drift the he_rs_ till the tires burst
screaming f_ck the earth
straight d_ck in the dirt
i made hate from hurt
and turned bad to worse
then i changed a curse into a f_cken 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 f_cken scr_ps
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 f_cken wrap
[verse 2: white owl official]
i don’t f_ck around with no hoe sh_t
if i play it loud it goes in
lemme boast a while
about the how and how
you suck a d_ck
you f_cken b_tch
you just lucky mothaf_cker
that i ain’t never clap back
half a pound of fame
packed in my back pack
check ya mothaf_cking team
b_tch you need to call the hazmat
b_tch 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 p_ssy for dinner
it’s p_ssy 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 mothaf_cker
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
b_tch i got a bomb strapped
try to do it better bud
but i got that power tool
rhythm like a sk!ll saw
cut em like i’m supposed to
ain’t nothing bout it old school
all they got is auto tune
my sh_t goes hard b_tch
something they could never do
now watch how we k!ll it
we branded the villain
cuz all of this talent
the others are missing
they lacking in spirit
that sh_t is apparent
and me mothaf_cker
i bring you the illest
this voodoo we spitting
black magic is gang
no f_cks 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
[bridge: vegas bill]
defined by my obsession with the last ride
catalyst for the wicked sh_t
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 f_cken long
my body’s feeling inanimate
so blasphemous
i mean villainous
i’m k!lling sh_t with every word
i drift the he_rs_ till the tires burst
screaming f_ck the earth
straight d_ck in the dirt
i made hate from hurt
and turned bad to worse
then i changed a curse into a f_cken 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 f_cken scr_ps
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 f_cken wrap

[verse 3: lunar eyez]
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
b_tch 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 motherf_ckers wacked out
and has some crippling bars to say
i don’t understand your content b_tch
you said your hard but wear a f_nny pack b_tch
now drop a jaw and just eat this d_ck
cuz your getting f_cked 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 assh0l_s 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

[bridge: vegas bill]
defined by my obsession with the last ride
catalyst for the wicked sh_t
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 f_cken long
my body’s feeling inanimate
so blasphemous
i mean villainous
i’m k!lling sh_t with every word
i drift the he_rs_ till the tires burst
screaming f_ck the earth
straight d_ck in the dirt
i made hate from hurt
and turned bad to worse
then i changed a curse into a f_cken 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 f_cken scr_ps
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 f_cken wrap

- vegas bill white owl official lunar eyez

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