Lyrics: Jimmy Wasiu Salami
Baptized in blood of a Maverick
That Mike Jack thriller jacket shit
Praise the undead like a catholic
Bloodstain the walls of the Vatican (Woo)
Hell is empty, the villains appeared
Look, I'm Jon Snow, bitch, winter is here
Frostbitten my veins, I'm vain, see my appearance? (Woo)
Ice in the watch is clear, my time is near
Vile delights have violent ends
Smile as Rome burns, play the violin
Theme song to change, a defiling hymn
Source of all violence, I am him
Woo, hey, murder in the gallery
The world's best art comes from tragedy
So when I kill your favorite genre, don't be mad at me (Ya)
Yeah, the rich hang death on they wall, yes?
The poor want dead folks in wallets (Ya)
And I collect debt, taking all bets
All these vile delights have violent ends
Live your life but death will make amends
We love misery
Our true past got lost in the victories (Ya)
If I kill one man, they imprison me
If I kill a whole race, I'm in history, headed for the guillotine, chop
Never hide scars, show the mileage (Mileage)
That pain-fueled drive got me smiling
Itching for the violence
Roadless traveled is my shit, forged in the path of a tyrant
The dark skin heretic, bring flavor and heritage
I done traveled the globe and the seven seas
Went from Hell up to Heaven's peak
**** the world breeding jealousy
Heresy hella heat, sunburn devils
Pot meet kettle, still called ghetto, hello?
They call me monster, the king of the Kongs
****ing racists, I conquer like Kang or like Khan
If you thought I was gone
Bitch, ha, ha, you was wrong, I'm here
And I ain't leaving, I'm here for a reason
To stop all you heathens and demons from breathing 'cause
Vile delights have violent ends
Smile as Rome burns, play the violin
Theme song to change, a defiling hymn
Source of all violence, I am him
Woo, hey, murder in the gallery (Gallery)
The world's best art comes from tragedy (Ya)
So when I kill your favorite artist, don't be mad at me (Don't be mad at me)
Yeah, the rich hang death on the wall, yes? (Ya)
The poor want dead folks in wallets (Ya)
And I collect debt, taking all bets
All these vile delights have violent ends
Live your life but death will make amends
Woo, black hoodie nigga, I'm the grim reaper (Grim)
And I'm on a demon hunt, sin seeker
Yeah, vile delights have violent ends
Smile as Rome burns, play the violin
The source of what's vile, I'm the "I" in "him"
Black hoodie nigga, I'm the grim reaper
And I'm on a demon hunt, sin seeker
Vile delights have violent ends
The source of what's violent, I am him