[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 the blank slate
No cake, Yung Plague got a blank plate
So grey, Yung Plague got to 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 fucking Hemingway
Gotta find a bitch that I can penetrate
Let her know I ain’t goin to inseminate
Separate then tell her to go meditate
She got depressed and overdosed now all she do is vegetate
[$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 because’ I’m fucking cold, dead
Better yet a threat to any motherfucker coming at the fucking set
(The $carecrow) made out of roaches and locusts
Smokers who make waves like Moses no motive
Fucking 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 polluting the humans
One bullet away from my problem’s solutions
Sippin’ on Houston while I rot and ruin
Almight *59 bitch I die for my union