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letra de jack frost - vegas bill

(verse):
a white shroud covers the trees
cold water turning life into a troublesome gap
but it never developed worry in me
cuz my last name’s frost, first name is jack b-tch
i’m detached from herd like the sick and diseased
i’m the plague at its peak
a f-cken uprooted tree
ready to drop atop of anyone who honestly thinks
they can f-ck with the beast
but you ain’t f-ckin with me
fixated on ascending thru the smoke
i’m a dead rose with no bеauty left in the petals
mеntal broken like a mothaf-cken pencil
live high and die slow
foot up on the peddle
b-tch i live off fear, i don’t buckle or fold
i just tighten the rope
this is where i feel at home
pure gold covered up in black mold
tombstone billy bout to put one thru his f-cken dome
somebody better pass me the lighter
give me the blunt
give me a cigarette to calm my f-cken nerves
burning the wood until i levitate and leave this f-cken earth
with so much ash up on my tray that i could fill up an urn
no concern for myself
already burning to h-ll
stirring hate in the well
the one that fuels your wealth
i’m a gun up on the shelf ready to pop a couple sh-lls
i dismember motherf-ckers like i do to the elk
the forest i dwell, the blackout zone
a lone soul who’s sewn to old oak and broke bones
scattered and thrown on the pine cones
i ride low and slow for those who lay cold underneath a headstone
atoned for my acts when the glass blew back
in my face looking threw the window pane at my past
i’m a laugh, i’m a failure, i’m a f-cken waste of breath
but i’m fueled by the anger
and the voices in my head
i confess i’m a mess but what’s your f-cken excuse
i’m not filling the boots
i’m not my dad and it’s true
i do everything i can to be the man the he was
but i was never enough
i’ll probably fail at that too
skin and tooth i give all
b-tch i scr-pe and i crawl
get back up when i fall
just to crash into the wall
i’m withdrawn from this life and that’s wood to the fire
so f-ck all the bullsh-t my skins made of iron
the spider still builds nests despite your attempts at
exterminating threats when there ain’t one to begin with
i embody relentlessness with no end or finish
and a driven resentment has no boundaries or limits
let me tell you why i wear this f-cken paint on my face
not for show or entertainment
status or a wave
i’m ashamed and disgraced of the kid that i layed in the grave
named jake, so i paint to erase
the past me, so blast me, put me on the spot
hang me up and let me rot
crucify the man your not
then and again you try to ruin
but i ain’t phased of even moving
cuz i break myself down more than you could f-cken do it
so ensue with the hate
i f-cken feed of negativity
admittedly i love the f-cken pain that you been giving me
a symphony of execration are like ravens circling
and i’m the deity that you have grown fear in worshipping
i’m the bitter cold that you can’t escape
the frost drawn ferns on a winter day
the below zero winds in the moon lit haze
of an unmarked grave where my happiness lays
jeg nekter å forlate
du kan kalle meg jack frost
i live in the fog, no time for the talk
urørlig, du skader meg ikke
you can’t break the f-cken broken so don’t waste your thoughts

- vegas bill

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