Roulette from Amalgamation by Fear the White Noise

[Verse 1]
Sitting round the table with Cain and Abel
Telling ancient fables of dames and angels
How they hang at angles and dangle over demons
Getting strangled as they're screaming so hateful but they've seen it
Taking a scenic route around the truth
Another scene to shoot on the casting couch
Blasting the mouth of internet whores
Bitter wet sores of a sitter next door
Who swims for dicks then slits her wrists
Then smoke and drink to hopefully
Forget the shit say she's empowered
She's sweet and sour till her screams devoured
I mean screams for hours but nobody hears
Cold bloody tears down her soulless veneer
Tatted, hair matted cutest Suicide Girl
No worries, no hurry just you and I girl
Won't scrutinize your onlyfans
Should utilize your lonely fans
Flash your tits on Twitch for cash and comments
Or grip this grip and just end all this

[Chorus]
Just another ball rolling round the roulette
Get another call telling me to cool it
But the voices in my head telling me to do it
Can't avoid those so I guess I'm a fucking do it
Fuck it, better duck it, all you motherfuckers suck it
I'm a freak, make you geeks wanna eat a fucking bullet
No poker, only Jokers in a fucking new deck
I'm a fully loaded pistol in a Russian Roulette

[Verse 2]
Sipping Kool-Aid til my mouth starts to foam
Another cool prank by the homie Jim Jones
Smoking thick bones til the house is fumigated
Where’d I get them? Well they're hidden in a fridge down in the basement
I should dead this shit, white dread-head bitch
Barren soul staring, buried in the garret
On a new page of my spiteful life
Cuz I stabbed the old one in the hide of night
Old friends back stab but this bastard stab back
Sad round, class clowns, now I got the last laugh
Let the accordion play til distorting the face
Disintegrating painting of Dorian Gray
Sipping tree sap then I take a weed nap
Waiting for the hate is my favorite feedback
Kick my feet back, watch the problem wander
Aim this hot revolver at all you thought-desolvers

[Chorus]
Just another ball rolling round the roulette
Get another call telling me to cool it
But the voices in my head telling me to do it
Can't avoid those so I guess I'm a fucking do it
Fuck it, better duck it, all you motherfuckers suck it
I'm a freak, make you geeks wanna eat a fucking bullet
No poker, only Jokers in a fucking new deck
I'm a fully loaded pistol in a Russian Roulette

[Verse 3]
Death on my breath and I'm out of cards
Set on the deck, smell loud for yards
Demon Deters breathing weed and ether
Seems mean and eager with a team of reapers
Sniffing coke with wicked blokes
Make a wish, an oath to the twisted cloaks
That float behind these jokes of mine
Behind every chair up in the air
Standing up and feeling loose
Plans to jump then feel the noose
Instilled recluse, don't spill the juice
Well doesn't matter that’s just the back up
Six of us, who's up next?
Stick it up til one left
Switch the fear, strength kicks in gear
Didn't notice, fully loaded then I disappear
Pull the slots, roll the dice
Hope for loss, don't hope for life
Won't vocalize your oldest lies
No surprise, honestly neither would I
Trade nightmares for better dream shows
Right here in devil's casino
One more game? Just one more game
Give me your last sad chip then the gun go bang!

• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• Self Produced
• angry
• chill
• dark
• diss
• fun
• lyrical
• mean
• positive
• self-harm
• underground
• underground hip hop
• Columbia