Famine o’ Clock

Lyrics

It's the famine examine my gattin' clapping my cannon Planting talons have you catching bullets like Calvin My bastion is slamming whipping the wagon state to state Handing you plates of metal javelins Dumping by the gallon dampen your fashion Witness the dragon & you'll be silent as Chaplin My faction crafting recipe's with Desert E's Leave your dreams in the canyon while we lamping In mansion's organic planted my thoughts Langston But raised in a garden target the platinum Taxed in essential vitamins & minerals pull a fast one I'm a bastard when hunger pangs bang No Fasting in my faction we the new blue prints And I'm the draftsman Call the shank man And start taxing all our beef is grass fed So batten your hatches we got all you satin bitches mapped in