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1: YUNG PLAGUE] Straight outta hell, the bells Plague is to stay Roaches and locusts, cover me No halo hovering, follow me in your Ain't got no Patek because I'll be here 'till the end of times Thy kingdom come, thy be done And you wonder, "who am I?" I am the devil's son, born and $uicide, googly eyes "Tell me more!" Praise the fucking devil, God can suck my I scorch the Making mountains crumble, glaciers meltin', oceans I'm of the plagues Load up Wait a minute, I got more to say Threatening Some say nay, 'cause the tip of my sword blade dipped in chlordane Lil Plague fortés $carecrow in the corn maze, haunting games For war, we Plague is cold in Hanging from the doorframe with sores and For war, we 7th Ward, the For war, we 7th Ward, the For war, we 7th Ward, the For war, we
[Verse 2: LIL Death is inevitable, the fucking $carecrow walkin' on his On blood-stained wood floor, you know, mister typical Hearin' the fucking through my window (Begging to be dead!) But no Just like Chucky, Cut Throat got the blade, and the May thy rise for the Yung Christ—never died My just forsaken, I I'm $uicide until I die an eye for an eye Speaking of I, (someone help me out...) See the having a busy season Won't let me rest, while I'm sleeping It's gettin' harder to watch the bleachers The of evil Like Knievel, Ruby and I stay jumping over eatin', close to lethal Cigarette junkie, used to needles So I grew up a (pow! pow! pow! pow!) Load the nine up, my time's up, (yeah, yeah)
[Outro: LIL CHOPPA & Lil Grew up a up Load up my big nine, now I'm shoot to kill the nine up (fuck all this shit) If you slippin' My up, fuck It's .50 finna—