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Intro: Lil
up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the
Load up my big nine, now I'm shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', this .50 finna do the deal
up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the
Load up my big nine, now I'm shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the
up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill (Aye, aye)
(Ruby, you got it?)
If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the

1: YUNG PLAGUE]
Straight outta hell, the bells
Plague is here to
Roaches and locusts, cover me
No hovering, follow me in your grave
Ain't got no Patek because I'll be 'till the end of fucking times
Thy kingdom come, thy be done
And you wonder, "who am I?"
I am the devil's son, and raised
Preaching $uicide, googly
"Tell me more!"

Praise the fucking devil, God can my dick
I scorch the
Making crumble, glaciers meltin', oceans swellin'
I'm of the plagues
up my—
Wait a fucking minute, I got to say
swordplay
Some say nay, 'cause the tip of my sword blade dipped in chlordane
Lil Plague breaking
$carecrow in the corn maze, board games
For war, we
is cold in Norway
Hanging from the with sores and stains
For war, we
7th Ward, the
For war, we
7th Ward, the
For war, we
7th Ward, the
For war, we

[Verse 2: LIL
is inevitable, the fucking $carecrow walkin' on his tiptoes
On blood-stained wood floor, you know, mister typical
Hearin' the fucking voices through my
(Begging to be dead!)
But no
Just like Chucky, Cut Throat got the blade, and the
May thy rise for the Yung Christ—never even
My just forsaken, I
I'm still until I die
an eye for an eye
Speaking of I, I— (someone me out...)
See the reaper a busy season
Won't even let me rest, while I'm
gettin' harder to watch from the bleachers
The father of
Like Knievel, and I stay jumping over people
Xanax eatin', 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 & Lil Gin]
up a fuck up
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to
Load the up (fuck all this shit)
If you bustas
My up, fuck
It's .50 finna—