Lyrics

[Chorus: Lord Infamous] Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane [Verse 1: Yung Plague] Overcast fame, wait until it rains flames Got an acid-washed brain, looking like bleach stains I blame the reign of fucking chains That's why all of us are tame, staying in a fucking cage I can't live this way, while we harvest limited grain They stay sipping cold Moet Satan hears me pray Yes, I became his prey Blood leaks out my veins Got my palms pressed together as I whisper, "Namaste" [Chorus: Lord Infamous] Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane [Verse 2: Yung $carecrow] Yung $carecrow with a couple pills foamin' out my mouth Nicotine smoking, motherfuckers out the south I, I cop a slug, spray 'em up, let 'em lay in blood Stuck in the mud sippin' Tuss, I can't give it up Don't give a fuck when the bud's stuffed up in my blunt I'm saying, "Please, p-p-please don't make me make a stain" Hollow tips in your brain, body filled with pain Come feel the reign of the clinically insane, ho [Chorus: Lord Infamous] Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane [Verse 3: Dragonmane] What is that stain? That is a mess Made on your shirt Sunk on your chest Dripping out wet and I'm leaving the set Taking your heart with no evidence left Better expect, to run out of breath Your life will consist of the end of reality Tell the police I'm Baraka on coppas' My Kombat is mortal from all the brutalities Put in the work with the deadliest faculty This is a robbery coming to peace Visit the haters, vacate in the heat The Devils are proud of me now that I teach it The classes are over I am released The classes to wake up the students asleep Citizens playing the game, end up in sleep These musical chairs are the prettiest seats [Chorus: Lord Infamous] Because me really love to make a stang Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane