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Lyrics for Whore Monger by Sage Francis:
| | | Artist: | Sage Francis |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Whore Monger | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 148 | | | | 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
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