[Verse 1: 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 a blank slate

No cake, Yung Plague got a blank plate

So grey, Yung Plague gotta 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 fuckin' Hemingway

Gotta find a bitch that I can penetrate

Let her know I ain't gonna inseminate

Separate, then tell her to go meditate

She got depressed and overdosed, now all she do is vegetate

[Verse 2: $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

'Cause I'm fuckin' cold, dead

Better yet a threat, to any motherfucker comin' at the fuckin' set

(The $carecrow)

Made out of roaches and locusts

Smokers who make waves like Moses, no motive

Fuckin' 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 pollutin' the humans

One bullet away from my problem's solutions

Sippin' on Houston while I rot and ruin

Almighty *59, bitch, I'd die for my union