[Chorus: Lord Infamous]

Because me really love to make a stang

Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane

Because me really love to make a stang

Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane

Because me really love to make a stang

Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane

Because me really love to make a stang

Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane

Because me really love to make a stang

Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane

[Verse 1: Yung Plague]

Overcast fame, wait until it rains flames

Got an acid-washed brain, looking like bleach stains

I blame the reign of fucking chains

That's why all of us are tame, staying in a fucking cage

I can't live this way, while we harvest limited grain

They stay sipping cold Moet

Satan hears me pray

Yes, I became his prey

Blood leaks out my veins

Got my palms pressed together as I whisper, "Namaste"

[Chorus: Lord Infamous]

Because me really love to make a stang

Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane

Because me really love to make a stang

Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane

Because me really love to make a stang

Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane

Because me really love to make a stang

Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane

Because me really love to make a stang

Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane

[Verse 2: Yung $carecrow]

Yung $carecrow with a couple pills foamin' out my mouth

Nicotine smoking, motherfuckers out the south

I, I cop a slug, spray 'em up, let 'em lay in blood

Stuck in the mud sippin' Tuss, I can't give it up

Don't give a fuck when the bud's stuffed up in my blunt

I'm saying, "Please, p-p-please don't make me make a stain"

Hollow tips in your brain, body filled with pain

Come feel the reign of the clinically insane, ho

[Chorus: Lord Infamous]

Because me really love to make a stang

Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane

Because me really love to make a stang

Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane

Because me really love to make a stang

Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane

Because me really love to make a stang

Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane

Because me really love to make a stang

Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane

[Verse 3: Dragonmane]

What is that stain?

That is a mess

Made on your shirt

Sunk on your chest

Dripping out wet and I'm leaving the set

Taking your heart with no evidence left

Better expect, to run out of breath

Your life will consist of the end of reality

Tell the police I'm Baraka on coppas'

My Kombat is mortal from all the brutalities

Put in the work with the deadliest faculty

This is a robbery coming to peace

Visit the haters, vacate in the heat

The Devils are proud of me now that I teach it

The classes are over I am released

The classes to wake up the students asleep

Citizens playing the game, end up in sleep

These musical chairs are the prettiest seats

[Chorus: Lord Infamous]

Because me really love to make a stang

Mister high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane