Hate me or love me No I don't care it's the same thing .45 in your face have a grave day *59 be the set bitch I stay grey Okay here I come with the AK Okay Yung Plague got the blank slate No cake Yung Plague got the blank plate So grey Yung Plague got to break banks Dope fiend but I love myself anyway Renegade gotta get away so I levitate The human race gotta find a way to renovate Keep it simple bitch I think i'm fucking Hemingway Gotta find a bitch that I can penetrate Let her know I ain't gonna inseminate Separate then tell her to go meditate She got depressed and overdosed now (?) body do is vegetate [Verse 2: $lick $loth]
Okay hol' up Run up in the spot this a stick up Tie the bitch up Time to re-up Hit em with the onomatopoeia When I speak up Bitch i'm Jesus out the freezer Cause i'm fucking cold, dead Better yet a threat To any motherfucker comin' at the fuckin' set (The $carecrow) Made out of roaches and locusts Smokers who make waves like Moses no motive Fuckin' some coeds that think i'm a poet But fuck it I po' it till i'm slumped and loaded Reachin' my lowest they think i'm heroic Funny to me but they think that i'm chosen Illusions, illusions pollutin' the humans One bullet away from my problem's solution Sipping on Houston while I rot and ruin Almighty *59 bitch I die for my unionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
