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Sin City Records presents
Brotha Lynch Hung and Doomsday Productions
The Plague
In the beginning
There was darkness
And then came the light
And everybody was happy
Then came the plague
And the siccness and the doom followed
Then everybody died
Verse 1
Funny funny,
Mad Dog for the money money
Grab y'all to the tummy dummy
Some of you listen im stable
It's nothin
Like bein in a cell with Doom
See a spell
WWW make a motherfka smell.Plague.net
Real we bout techs
Hit you in the neck
Real gettas we buy guns
When the s**t get funkadelic
Bound to hit you wit the ?? gun
Shots to the abdomen
Death becomes ???
Verse 2
We tore this Northtown savage
And I'm all about my cabbage
I pierce my d*ck
And I'm quick to tell some s**t about hoes and automatics
I'm equipped with a clique of rhymes
I'm equipped with a clique of girls
I'm equipped with a clique of slugs
Fo sho' to sink you with the quickness
Verse 3
Snake
Through the streets of south Nevada
Find me a simple minded b*tch
And I lick my lips and then I'm out
Playboy 7, Northtown Doomsday
Las Vegas homes
Soon as I go
I'm bout to say get 'em
Verse 4
The s**t that got me hot
Now I got my glock
And I got it c*cked
So I'm a let it pop
Like pop goes the weasel
Motherfk your Volvo horsepower
nigg* you fkin with a diesel
That'll destroy your head up
In your darkest hour
Cuz nigg* I'm a killa
Better known to your baby mama as the r*pist
When I raise the people's hand and eyebrow
Watch real life embraces
So I put the smackdown
On your candy ass
And if you scared to get 'em up motherfker
We still gone blast
Verse 5
Here's a lesson in demonology
I'm darin my enemies to size out chronologically
Make no apology
Trust no other motherfkers
Except my doom I crush
Any punk b*tch
That wanna fk with us
Known for croppin motherfkers down to the bone
With a semi-automatic
Double-edged axe blade chrome
With an army like Anubis
We keep comin no matter what
So fk a punk b*tch that try to do to us