Been a long time since I took my own medicine
End of the line. Last stop for the Edisons
Tesla is back, no room for the hesitant
Ain't room on tracks when I unpack my fetishes
Lettuce is low. I'm quick with the dime
Get it to go and I'm back from the crime
Let it get rolled and let me unwind
Put on that old Remember the Time
Michael is king, but Michael is dead
Ain't it a thing? A beautiful wreck
Still known for singing my soul for a check
Still known for killing it every set
Never respect that I pay my dues
Every sentence is made to break through
Never repent when I'm sent to the booth
This revenant is bent on defending the truth
The game is full of fakes
Put the butcher on the case
And the game is full of lies
The butcher's on the rise
The game is full of fakes
Put the butcher on the case
And the game is full of lies
The butcher's on the rise
Philly that city. I made it my home
But in Madrid you'll find some of my soul
So many scars I have yet to atone
So many sins I am just skin and bone
Leave me alone. I'll do it myself
Cobble a throne of bruises and welts
Carry my stone I carry it well
From what I've known I fashion my spells
Fashion my spells? Fashion my look
Fashion is hell so I'll never get hooked
Fashioned to sell so each play by the book
Asking to tell my tales right for the crooks
Shook up a bit by the boy who cried shark
Took up a pen and I write in the dark
Carving these words into bullets and darts
Fearing that one will fit right in my heart
The game is full of fakes
Put the butcher on the case
And the game is full of lies
The butcher's on the rise
The game is full of fakes
Put the butcher on the case
And the game is full of lies
The butcher's on the rise
The game is full of fakes
The game is full of fakes
When the butcher pushes back
Pressure cooker on a track
Squalid scholar gotta holla back
Honor lap
Hollow horror, follow that
Y'ain't wanna follow Black
Sipping witchcraft jack
From his matte black flask
All these masked lab rats
They keep scratching at his back
But they best act fast
Because they forgot the mack
Spit that basilisk rap
With that voodoo boom bap
And if they don't shut they traps
I'm gonna school 'em how to act
The game is full of fakes
Wormtooth - The Butcher Lyrics
Wormtooth - The Butcher Lyrics
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Been a long time since I took my own medicine
End of the line. Last stop for the Edisons
Tesla is back, no room for the hesitant
Ain't room on tracks when I unpack my fetishes
Lettuce is low. I'm quick with the dime
Get it to go and I'm back from the crime
Let it get rolled and let me unwind
Put on that old Remember the Time
Michael is king, but Michael is dead
Ain't it a thing? A beautiful wreck
Still known for singing my soul for a check
Still known for killing it every set
Never respect that I pay my dues
Every sentence is made to break through
Never repent when I'm sent to the booth
This revenant is bent on defending the truth
The game is full of fakes
Put the butcher on the case
And the game is full of lies
The butcher's on the rise
The game is full of fakes
Put the butcher on the case
And the game is full of lies
The butcher's on the rise
Philly that city. I made it my home
But in Madrid you'll find some of my soul
So many scars I have yet to atone
So many sins I am just skin and bone
Leave me alone. I'll do it myself
Cobble a throne of bruises and welts
Carry my stone I carry it well
From what I've known I fashion my spells
Fashion my spells? Fashion my look
Fashion is hell so I'll never get hooked
Fashioned to sell so each play by the book
Asking to tell my tales right for the crooks
Shook up a bit by the boy who cried shark
Took up a pen and I write in the dark
Carving these words into bullets and darts
Fearing that one will fit right in my heart
The game is full of fakes
Put the butcher on the case
And the game is full of lies
The butcher's on the rise
The game is full of fakes
Put the butcher on the case
And the game is full of lies
The butcher's on the rise
The game is full of fakes
The game is full of fakes
When the butcher pushes back
Pressure cooker on a track
Squalid scholar gotta holla back
Honor lap
Hollow horror, follow that
Y'ain't wanna follow Black
Sipping witchcraft jack
From his matte black flask
All these masked lab rats
They keep scratching at his back
But they best act fast
Because they forgot the mack
Spit that basilisk rap
With that voodoo boom bap
And if they don't shut they traps
I'm gonna school 'em how to act
The game is full of fakes
End of the line. Last stop for the Edisons
Tesla is back, no room for the hesitant
Ain't room on tracks when I unpack my fetishes
Lettuce is low. I'm quick with the dime
Get it to go and I'm back from the crime
Let it get rolled and let me unwind
Put on that old Remember the Time
Michael is king, but Michael is dead
Ain't it a thing? A beautiful wreck
Still known for singing my soul for a check
Still known for killing it every set
Never respect that I pay my dues
Every sentence is made to break through
Never repent when I'm sent to the booth
This revenant is bent on defending the truth
The game is full of fakes
Put the butcher on the case
And the game is full of lies
The butcher's on the rise
The game is full of fakes
Put the butcher on the case
And the game is full of lies
The butcher's on the rise
Philly that city. I made it my home
But in Madrid you'll find some of my soul
So many scars I have yet to atone
So many sins I am just skin and bone
Leave me alone. I'll do it myself
Cobble a throne of bruises and welts
Carry my stone I carry it well
From what I've known I fashion my spells
Fashion my spells? Fashion my look
Fashion is hell so I'll never get hooked
Fashioned to sell so each play by the book
Asking to tell my tales right for the crooks
Shook up a bit by the boy who cried shark
Took up a pen and I write in the dark
Carving these words into bullets and darts
Fearing that one will fit right in my heart
The game is full of fakes
Put the butcher on the case
And the game is full of lies
The butcher's on the rise
The game is full of fakes
Put the butcher on the case
And the game is full of lies
The butcher's on the rise
The game is full of fakes
The game is full of fakes
When the butcher pushes back
Pressure cooker on a track
Squalid scholar gotta holla back
Honor lap
Hollow horror, follow that
Y'ain't wanna follow Black
Sipping witchcraft jack
From his matte black flask
All these masked lab rats
They keep scratching at his back
But they best act fast
Because they forgot the mack
Spit that basilisk rap
With that voodoo boom bap
And if they don't shut they traps
I'm gonna school 'em how to act
The game is full of fakes
Writer: Alvaro Lopez-Moreno
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid