Travo - Intellectual

[Intro: O.H.M]

Im blacker than the blackamoor faces on papal banners

And sicker than the thickest bronchitis in vapor channels

Im the Black Plague, Im the Black Death

[Verse 1: O.H.M]

My rhymes are fiber optics to these basic cable rappers

I lecture hannibal lectre on basic table manners

Your sipping cynicism, from your wicked wishing well

While i’m pissin from heaven you pray it hits you in hell./

Johnny put your bitch on a stroll like walkin a poodle

They on my cock like a waddle and so i shout cockadoodledoo

You like pollo grande?

I smoke weed from hanging gardens and drop ash on Pompei

2 step for 2 secs and leave concrete concave

Stir storms like thor with the water in my bong’s waves

Split the middle long ways

It’s just like every blood moved straight down south the way my dong raise

A monster often known to call it’s home the king kong cave

Switching the position of my gong change my fung shui

I shape shift tsang shung’s way, a shogun shows guns raised

Brrap! strapped!

[Hook 1: O.H.M]

Duck MC’s! Im yellin Fuck MC’s! Im bout to buck MC’s! you sucka duck MC's

Look…

Im the Black Plague, Im the Black Death

[Verse 2: O.H.M]

I got a grip that spits smart bombs, you'er guns dum

But my guns a gundam that dump slugs like dump trucks

Collecting garbage at a fancy french resturant

Express, escargo, cargo is how i disguise my smuggled pot

Snuggles tried to struggle but i strung him up in snuggie knots

Punch buggy “blood stained windows in the parking lot"

Like wilma bumping heads with fred you know i tend to spark a lot

Like unicron when eating worlds you know i’d say my spark is hot

Popping up with choppers thats as loud as fucking jets son

Niggas bitches, george’s, jane’s, they always tend to jet son

But i’m in a jet son, like i jacked the jetsons

Kickin rhymes like mister lee, you know they think i’m jet’s son

But i’m more like more like bruce, bruising brutes with brawn like bluto

Popeye eats his spinich, i spliff it, i’m lifted, you know

My shoryuken judo will knock him straight up like juno

And he will reach the planet turned planetoid known as pluto

[Hook 2: O.H.M]

Duck MC’s! Im yellin Fuck MC’s! Im bout to buck MC’s! you sucka duck MC's

Im the Black Plague, Im the Black Death

[Verse 3: O.H.M]

I’ll build and agricultural factory just for new hoes

And sign em all to contracts that noose em up in the loop holes

That only loosten up when they’re lubin up for a new low

The kind that frightens veteran social workers at group homes

John travoltron peck ya hens till the koop’s flown

Than dash, you’ll shout “after him!” then, “wait a minute, who’s flown?"

Cuz your grounded i’m bounding boundless confouded

By workings of surface dwellers beneath clouds they are shrouded

From my view, for all your viewing pleasure i project upon them my views

That’s just what I do, don’t let me find you

J-O-H-N, T-R-A-V, O-L-T-R-O-N, Go IN!

J-O-H-N, T-R-A-V, O-L-T-R-O-N

[Hook 3: O.H.M]

Duck MC’s! Im yellin Fuck MC’s! Im bout to buck MC’s! you sucka duck MC's

Im the Black Plague, Im the Black Death

John Travoltron, Im the Black Death

[Bridge: O.H.M]

Who sick as me? you fricassee!

I know they sick of me, I know they sick of me

They must be sick of me, they must be sick of me

Who sick as me? you fricassee!

They must be sick of me, they must be sick of me

I know they sick of me, I know they sick of me

Im the Black Plague, Im the Black Death

John Travoltron, Im the Black Death

Who sick as me? you fricassee!

They must be sick of me…