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Jake Hill - Voidwalker
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Jake Hill
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Playa shit Frayser shit That's what pimpin's all about Playa shit Frayser shit That's what pimpin's all about Playa shit Frayser shit That's what pimpin's all about Playa shit Frayser shit (perfect) So, keep that same energy when you see me, I ain't bleedin' Bring the pain, enemies, R.I.P. they seem deceased Now call me out, cut the shit Speak about, what you ain't in, you runnin' your mouth But you ain't about the fuckin' ruckus, that you spit Look at me! When I speak Ain't wastin' time, my talk ain't cheap I walk in, clean it up, and mop 'em Wipe that dust up, off my feet I'm comin' with the hate, no time to debate Disgraces, this won't be in vain Run and hide, from demise Kou know that's my favorite game, uh Pull up with the all-black soul, heart made of coal I think the night is mine I flourish in the dungeons, keep on runnin', it's my time to shine The call of the void, the sound of my voice It's echoing through the pipes Just softly whispers in your ear It pulls you in, it's time to die Playa shit Frayser shit That's what pimpin's all about Playa shit Frayser shit That's what pimpin's all about I got one too many bad days On my fuckin' case Found a soul to drain, paint your name On my fuckin' face When you see me comin', it's too late to say goodbyes You know why, try to lie You won't make it out alive So, keep that same energy when you see me, I ain't bleedin' Bring the pain, enemies, R.I.P. they seem deceased Now call me out, cut the shit Speak about, what you ain't in, you runnin' your mouth But you ain't about the fuckin' ruckus, that you spit I got a problem Holdin' grudges, don't say nothin' Smoke 'em, if you got 'em One too many shot'll miss me Think you need some ammo and some practice Paint the target on my back a little larger, so you hit it You ain't shit, but a bitch Now you fucked up Bitch, I'm comin', now you turn into a suck-up You can run, but you can't hide Looks like your luck's up Grow some nuts, you just a punk without a bone In your spine, should have known Now, it's time to keep that same energy when you see me, I ain't bleedin' Bring the pain, enemies, R.I.P. they seem deceased Now call me out, cut the shit Speak about, what you ain't in, you runnin' your mouth But you ain't about the fuckin' ruckus, that you spit Look at me! When I speak Ain't wasting time, my talk ain't cheap I walk in, clean it up, and mop 'em Wipe that dust up, off my feet I'm comin' with the hate, no time to debate Disgraces, this won't be in vain Run and hide, from demise You know that's my favorite game, uh
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