The war on magic got the behind the blindly enlisted
They let their hands on me, spoke in tongues 'cause I insisted
The bottom dropped out and no one else here but me could fix it
I cast a dark hash on the line and I landed all the sixes

How 'bout it?
How 'bout it?

The thrill of my victory shoulda made me more suspicious
And they kept that fare hung in front of my face, never looked so delicious
All my better angels will no longer speak my name
And the other wolves stand beside, all sure to do the same

How 'bout it?
How 'bout it?
How 'bout it?
How 'bout it?

Now I'm outta luck and making promises I know that I can't keep
And the chicken skin head to the ATM, they won't get the best of me
I have four, five, six, take the money, gotta go, got another important place to be
I took a brick to the back of the head, they said, "Welcome to Vegas, baby"

How 'bout it?
How 'bout it?
How 'bout it?
How 'bout it?

How 'bout it?
How 'bout it?
How 'bout it?
How 'bout it?