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Villain off Valley Drive Video (MV)




Performed By: Hermit The Troglodyte
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Corey Fulmer
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Hermit The Troglodyte - Villain off Valley Drive Lyrics




Ice cold kiss that I give to the sticks
Life's a f*cking bitch painting pictures
On my f*cking wrist, Young Piece of Shit
When I die, I know I won't be missed
Long life of lust, talked to God and he was f*cking pissed

If you got a problem, then you better come and shoot me
He a problem, he got problems, a corpse is what he should be
Rotten at the bottom, that's why they always overlook me
Risen from the ashes, a return of little Hermie

Never pay a hoe, she get the tip if she work for it
Sold my soul to hell and I have yet to f*cking pay for it
Emo bitch beside me and she rolling up my favorite
Smoking on Asparagus, the shit I talk to Satan with
Voices in my head, they telling me that I should slit my wrist
Another day in hell and I can hardly f*cking take this shit
I don't need a grave, just want me in a blanket
With some golden rings and diamond chains and a sword to fight the reaper with

One wrong move and I'll bring the end of times
Walking with a limp cuz i got 3 inches on my side
Dead Man Walking, wont hesitate to end your life
Press your skin against my knife
See the devil in my eyes
Hermit molted to the antichrist but the wings have broke his spine
Disappointing Satan cuz his son will never fly
One of the forsaken and I wanna end my life
You're listening to scriptures depicting Hermes' suicide
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English

Ice cold kiss that I give to the sticks
Life's a f*cking bitch painting pictures
On my f*cking wrist, Young Piece of Shit
When I die, I know I won't be missed
Long life of lust, talked to God and he was f*cking pissed

If you got a problem, then you better come and shoot me
He a problem, he got problems, a corpse is what he should be
Rotten at the bottom, that's why they always overlook me
Risen from the ashes, a return of little Hermie

Never pay a hoe, she get the tip if she work for it
Sold my soul to hell and I have yet to f*cking pay for it
Emo bitch beside me and she rolling up my favorite
Smoking on Asparagus, the shit I talk to Satan with
Voices in my head, they telling me that I should slit my wrist
Another day in hell and I can hardly f*cking take this shit
I don't need a grave, just want me in a blanket
With some golden rings and diamond chains and a sword to fight the reaper with

One wrong move and I'll bring the end of times
Walking with a limp cuz i got 3 inches on my side
Dead Man Walking, wont hesitate to end your life
Press your skin against my knife
See the devil in my eyes
Hermit molted to the antichrist but the wings have broke his spine
Disappointing Satan cuz his son will never fly
One of the forsaken and I wanna end my life
You're listening to scriptures depicting Hermes' suicide
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Writer: Corey Fulmer
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