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letra de hangman - vegas bill

(intro):
hit it
yea
f-ck your thoughts and prayers
i was born with a match
burn the whole world down with the slightest of hand
i said f-ck your thoughts and prayers
i was born with a match
burn the whole world down with the slightest of hand

(verse 1):
a few calls of screwball and jack to match
i got a fuse loose to fall when the night calls back
in fact excuse the alcohol cuz my mind just slacks
avenue to the wall b-tch i just relapsed
3am and i’m pushing a pack
i mean i pack the cigarette box on the palm of my left hand
i whip a f-cken he-rs- like it’s a cadillac
grave digging to my words, hit the sack for a dirt nap

(hook):
f-ck your thoughts and prayers
i was born with a match
burn the whole world down with thе slightest of hand
at the end of thе line but i can’t detach
living life on a thread like i’m playing hangman
so f-ck your thoughts and prayers
i was born with a match
burn the whole world down with the slightest of hand
at the end of the line but i can’t detach
living life on a thread like i’m playing hangman
(verse 2):
a literal cataclysm has risen
my lyricisms precision
the mortician of diabolism
sadom-s-ch-st edition to my book of rhymes
written ignition to the fire
smoke omission in the churches demolition
a clip inside the chamber comparing the weight and cadence
to my stack of pages, make and date
a letter for the grade
target range, disarray, and the way it serenades
it’s basic way of saying that my words come with a bang
with the devil in my veins
i have become the f-cken flame
from which i came in to this realm
to undertake and break the frame
of reality, you see
i’m a f-cken mc
microphone conquering, i mean microphone king
obsolete stepping up to me, i leave them beneath my feet
drop bombs when i snap, call me drew brees
shout out nikki for the ink
you can call me a vinyl
cuz even my tattoo artist feels the heat on that needles arrival

(hook):
f-ck your thoughts and prayers
i was born with a match
burn the whole world down with the slightest of hand
at the end of the line but i can’t detach
living life on a thread like i’m playing hangman
so f-ck your thoughts and prayers
i was born with a match
burn the whole world down with the slightest of hand
at the end of the line but i can’t detach
living life on a thread like i’m playing hangman

(bridge):
the rope gets tighter
the rope gets tighter
welcome to the gallows in the wasteland of my thoughts
let’s play hangman, kick the chair
and watch me drop!

(verse 3):
i’m a wordsmith, just ask silhouette
i should be charged with murder how i dissect dialect
if you need more proof me and english connect
put your life on my rap cuz that’s an alpha bet
a direct shot fired on like every song
i turn a microphone into f-cken pipe bomb
but i remain untouched like a policeman’s taser
i don’t need no paper, i can go off the dome
and my freestyles smack your f-cken song in the face
they call me one take jake (who?)
the man from outer sp-ce
and every beat is a fuel, i can eat up a tape
i must be lifting weights the way i’m cleaning plates
giving the thoughts a spark it’s like a rocket ship to mars
i’m off of the charts and can’t be found on one
i’m living among the stars
set apart, we are not the same
i’ve set my f-cken roots
i could still out rap your favorite while i’m swinging from a noose

- vegas bill

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