[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