Lyrics Palace - Chade

Palace

Yeah, you know my name is Chase so if I see you, better run, guy
I’ll break all of your fuckin bones and turn your brain into a mud pie
You would think your spine’s a toothpick with the way I’m gonna use it
Crack your back in half and hit your head like it’s the snooze, bitch
Build a house right where it happened, blood will make the blueprint
Fuck that, make a palace, full of malice and that’s true shit
Try to haunt my castle, I’ll go Aykroyd on your ghoul shit
Ghost-bust your fucking ass who gonna call me on my bullshit
This ain’t a lie, George Washington, the cherry tree, it dropped again
Ax in my hand, ain’t droppin it, your fucking skull I’m choppin it
Sick in the head, Ted Bundy shit
Chikatilo, Albert Fish
Eat you on the track, like Dahmer did
Rich Ramirez, back again
I’ll spit some bars and throw some rocks, Jack the Ripper in a box
Hope that explains my mental state, constant chaos is my fate
The amount of time i spent on music I should have some tracks out
I throw a lot of stones for someone livin in a glass house
So I had to make this track, get a beat and fuckin act out
And make something that’s not whack, cause I had to take the trash out
So tell me not to let some pebbles fly, I’ll break that glass now
Maybe, I’ll take time, to remind
Me, where I came from, rewind
Look back, to a time, before my grind
Look how, sad I was, now each line
Will symbolize
Progress in my life
From suicide
To a life
So good it’s like I lived
Fucking two times
Its fuckin due time
Ive been writing music since like motherfucking 14
If I have my way still be going when I’m 40
None of y’all can stop me, out my way don’t ignore me
Do this shit to entertain myself y’all just bore me
I’m always fucking happy, none of y’all, ever hold me down
Got ears big enough to lift me off the ground
Get an idea, shout Eureka like a gold crown
Don’t give a shit about hate I’m on my own cloud
And if you call me corny, then guess what?
I’ll drive a gold plow