Palace - Chade

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