Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ruby Da Cherry] Hate me or love me, no, I don't care, it's the same thing .45 in your face, have a great day *59 be the set, bitch, I stay grey Okay, here I come with the AK Okay, Yung Plague got a blank slate No cake, Yung Plague got a blank plate So grey, Yung Plague gotta break banks No pain, but I numb 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 fuckin' 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 all she do is vegetate [Verse 2: $lick $loth] Okay, hold 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 fuckin' 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 co-eds that think I'm a poet But fuck it, I pour it 'til I'm slumped and loaded Reaching 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 solutions Sippin' on Houston while I rot and ruin Almighty *59, bitch, I'd die for my union