chapter two

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We find Nephilim waking up to the song Young by Hollywood Undead playing on his phone only to notice that he was getting a phone call from his rival Creek or better known as KoTr or King of The Rings. Picking up he answers " Yes Creek what do ya want?"
"Simple man I heard what has happened and needs to know if your truly good or do I need to pop off on these sons of bitches?" He asked as I smiled knowing he truly is my brother.
"Naw I'm good trust me on this they gonna get what the deserve soon mate." I answered as I hung up to get ready for my day at my school. I got up and started to shower while music started playing in the background the song was called ( Usual Suspects by Hollywood Undead)

[I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind]

Woke up one morning on the Sunset Strip
With a half smoked blunt and some blood on my lip
Hit up the ring for that Mary Jane
Man, all she had left with ménage à trois
Rolled in the pink, I picked up some Cuervo
Walking sideways and I'm starting to swerve, oh
Last night was wild, threw my money at Jumbo's
Wine and dine, tig ol' bitties and bimbos
Hollywood rat pack, gats in my backpack
Cruise through your valley and I'm snatching your snapbacks
Huffing on some paint and I think that I'm half black
Rolling up a blunt and fuck it up over this track

[I think I've lost my mind
But I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city

I think I've lost my mind
Yeah, I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city]

If everybody gotta be everything they wanna be
I don't think I'd see you bitches sitting right in front of me
You can check them windows, packing up the pistols
Snitches talking shit, 'bout my Hollywood hit song
You can come west, but you'll never be West Coast
Doping on these motherfuckers deep in the DeSoto
Oh no, tell me what you wanna be
You can be anything but not another Three
I'm a holy roller, slow blunt smoker
The mask on the page of a wanted poster
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
The wickedness in you is the wickedness in me

[I think I've lost my mind
But I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city

I think I've lost my mind
Yeah, I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city]

How did I let this happen? This life I can't get back from
This fully loaded magnum, if you got some questions, ask 'em
I turned into a madman like Dahmer mixed with Manson
I'll take this soul for ransom, make you scream my fucking anthem
I'm knocking at your door, I'm pacing back and forth
You better board up your windows 'cause I'mma start a war
Or maybe I'm just tripping, this weed is got me spinning
Undead until I die so when I die you know I'm living

[I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind

I think I've lost my mind
But I'm feeling so alive
What a pity, it's so pretty
Looking through the bars and I see my city

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 27, 2016 ⏰

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