Plague Notes

 

All of my homies with wheels

I sell rap deals, not drug deals

Flipped out candy paint and gold thangs

Makin' the dame, ignorin' the fame, ignorin' the things

The clowns come to my bed and juggle for me

MC Shan, ha ha, in the place to be

Now I sound dope on a beat, fools harassing me

Believe what you want, but soon you'll eventually see

These fractures where made by spears and perhaps humans asleep

Look at him his eyes closed he ain't even sleep

To the top of Mount Zion, holy Mount Zion

The gold lion is known to hold iron

Red from the chronic, don't need no eye drops

If you had one more eye, you'd be a Cyclops

Got my boy Frank Nitty going off on your committee

We kick so much ass our damn shoes are shitty

You clap that Mush and I'm a bust right back

The cash growin, gettin dollars shoved up your crack

The brother that pasted is that brother that will last

Tell the bounty collectors to kiss my ass

Believe that punk, Fat Rat said that

You pussy just like cat

And give the dancefloor body

Kadafi if u hear me--, copy??

The ground hinted authority

Now this homeland defense security

My carnivores dramatic

Toss it, Classic, Automatic

You can pop some Ex

Discotheque off your weakheart hex

We're partying Friday night

where you'll get your things straight

Father, I confess for doing

I thank the LORD for my living

Daddy you home, you livin comfortably

Again we use the magnets poorly