Sage Francis Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Whore Monger Lyrics

(verse)

 my popularitys on the ri-ise.my self-image is somewhat

 

 sinking

 my heads expanding in size but my stomachs shrinking

 it all evens out in the end thats what I'm thinking

 sing the cashregister raps ch-ching ching.green backs bring the bling bling

 na na I may stay home.rev got the ring ring ha ha hey hey poem

 while my answering machine screening calls.hailing safe and alone

 I want change in your message not the coin return of a payphone

 my boys are concerned that my brains blown

 voices get turned away annoyed with what they say

 if its a gay tone n they like "hey ho!" then I'm all like "hey yo..."

 few remain prone to spray straight shots with blood stained glocks

 n a face of stone to melt your ice grill it might spill! 

 n break ya Bone. Thugs-in-Harmony cd presenting tape should own

 replace the thrown with some Non-Prophets drop bass ON

 Sage is know to pull your card kid so chill

 I mess up plans like robbers with no skill

 my only knowledge is the holy father SO THRILLED

 that you dont know still what God is making martyrs outta molehills

 now if your soul is fufilled holed your dills

 n realize youre never satisfied til after u die from overkill

 im from Placiboville but we know the drill

 obscene is so ill but wait for the nurse to leave so I can throw the pill..

 I AM NOT SICK! demeneted or listed as twisted bitch 

 whats up with this kid

 some insisted that I'm interested in running from the facts whispered

 in a mating call that get a busy signal from a number thats unlisted

 lumberjacks are gifted.when I swung the axe it slid

 out of my grasp n injured this invalid, invalid

 Toss-offs toss their cookies while tossing salads

 I ghost-write the most hype love sonnet n let some whore sing the ballad

 

 (hook)

 IMA WHORE...A WHORE MONGER! with a platinum voice

 IMA WHORE...A WHORE MONGER! cuz I havent a choice

 servin up this cuz (S!) echo-freaks need to eat

 

 (verse)

 excrament aint flauntin rose peddals

 I breed hard rocks to impregnate stones to grow pebbles

 I throw kettles at pan-handlers n pot-smokers

 sell insest to sexually repressed stockbrokers

 I turn impetant pimps to sex slaves

 manifest them with radio activity from x-rays

 I bootleg their skeletons the next day

 son u can sense my dark mood once the sky gets gray

 little kids r like "lets play!haha." not right then

 tell them to act like men then i'll fight them

 let em hit me first then be like "strike again!"

 then its my turn to see how far the limbs of little tykes bend

 I tied em up, with burlap rope. "word?thats dope."

 manhandled the girl that lacked hope n her back broke

 she prefered crack cocain. the heroin needed heroin never again

 ladies n gentlelele gentlelele gentlelele..

 im from a species of zsars through the deep seas n stars

 everything I do is important so I save my feces in jars

 n what I eat seems bizarr I deep-freeze n thaw

 emcees who aint down by the gravities of law

 now these anologies aint raw

 but when u secretly serve this well-done yall then become casualties of war

 just call me Francis Allah n I was flattered

 cuz I ghost-wrote the most dope love sonnet let dumb harlet sung the ballad

 

 (hook)

 ...and I havent a choice n if ya snatches aint moist just 

 sing-a-long c'mon

 

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 la la laaaaa. la la la la la la lala la la.