The Plague Lyrics

Drop, drop, drop, drop

Drop, drop, drop, drop

Get the fuck up out the scene

You know we not gon stop

Stab you in the fucken neck

The plague is comin

Until you mothafucken

Drop, drop, drop, drop

Drop, drop, drop, drop

Get the fuck up out the scene

You know we not gon stop

Stab you in the fucken neck

The plague is comin

Until you mothafucken drop

That's killa ways

So don't mind, I'll grab the shotty

Give no fucks, and to be so fucked

But yall feel so embodied

All that talk, but I get no facts

All this shit, it comes from rats

I think that I'm maxed out

But can it fucken stay out?

See it's from the jump

You like to hide in the masquerade

And you see that your life gon fade

Like a mob that can't get made

Can't be livin a cycle of all the doubt

It's nothin, never gon take your word

And If you ask how

You'll find out

Don't wanna be the one to gives in

And left out

I wanna be the one that makes a difference

Find a new meanin

So It cuts out

I can't get a break

So how much can I take?

The stress that's overloaded on my mind

You cannot fake

Always underminin my lines

And it takes a hit to the soul

You go out and find me diggin in the dirt

Cause life's gonna hurt

So I'm preparin for the worse

I got the drop on the turn

And It don't matter much to me

I only use what I learn

Drop, drop, drop, drop

Drop, drop, drop, drop

Get the fuck up out the scene

You know we not gon stop

Stab you in the fucken neck

The plague is comin

Until you mothafucken

Drop, drop, drop, drop

Drop, drop, drop, drop

Get the fuck up out the scene

You know we not gon stop

Stab you in the fucken neck

The plague is comin

Until you mothafucken drop

Told the devil, I could I never sell my soul

Hope my demons carry me down, when I'm ghost

Grab that glock, let it pop

Sending shots at your knot

Body drop, tie the knot

Watch that mothafucka rot

Bending around that corner in a 64

In a Carhartt Jacket with a black mask

Your hero

You don't want smoke, pussy boy

We don't reload

Grab that mothafucka by his throat

If he don't watch his tone

Yea im hated, overrated if you getting what I'm saying

We just posers that just going through motions of creating

Suck a dick and get a life

Why you speculating mine?

If you got a fuckin problem

I'll snap you and break your spine

Pussy mothafucka wanna run up, get split

Told you don't be fucking with T.R.I.P.

My trigger finger itching

I'll have you resting in piss

Creeping around in the cemetery

Bunch of shells, they call me Gary

Have your ass running around like Jerry

I know that's shit getting scary