The Plague

[Intro] In it's absent minded state The unconscious starts to... [Verse 1: Prozak] Yeah, yo An Illuminatic product Consuming klonopins Pass the point of vomiting So please pass me the Crown again I'm an anomaly, classification; oddity These paranormal lyrics summon spirits Like the conjuring Style is ominous High velocity esophagus Rap Nostradamus, the prophet of all apocalypse Emerging from the dirt Still underground but surfacing I'm verbally disturbing Leaving you nervous like a murder scene In fear and lonely Somebody pass me the Thorazine Before I get to cutting you open Like Michael- Halloween I'm kinda psycho with a knife Slice you to smithereens Waking up in bloody clothes Just hoping it was all a dream Perhaps insanity Orphan to the Manson family Born to cause calamity For the form of vocabulary Decapitation of my enemies and adversaries Lyrically, injecting Black Ink into their capillaries [Hook: Prozak, Madchild and Ubiquitous] *scratching* K-K-Killers a-a-and m-masochists T-T-The Hitchcock of Hip Hop Ill as Strange Musi-Music U-B-I, suicide-cide-cide [Verse 2: Madchild] Aye Every time I snap it's invigorating Cause every line I spit is as cold as a refrigerator These new kids, little babies in defibrillators Vigorous deliverance without a picture pixelated Passionately accurate And I don't rap for pacifists I make music for psychos, killers and masochists Every time I let out a verse, it's like a smashing fist Kids losing their mind, like it's a crashing disk Define challengers, mind's a nine caliber Future going back in time Like Mayan calendars Madchild's a lycan, terrible fang bearer White boy, spitting heavy metal like I'm Pantera My mind's smoking, blown to main fuses Misguided angels, down with Strange Music These new kids, not actually solid So Baxwar's back just to smash and demolish [Hook] [Verse 3: Ubiquitous] Yeah This is that drama the lab built Prozak, B. Axe clan collabing now that's real U-B-I, celebrated I'm on but sad still Cause I have yet to find my Tom Murillo and Brad Wilek Pumping black milk like this fucking track will Shut em- Shut em down, Onyx, Jazzy Jeff, mad skills Inner P&L Ya'll blind and I'm reading braille But never seeing [?nails?], see when they try to succeed they fail Boy I'm serving well Despite me, being a white geek Your raw shady and half sheisty I'm double hyphy You cry babies, I grind daily You struggle nightly I'm loving life so ladies love me I cuddle wifey Yo, that's tough to watch Until they lost one They never know what they got Not a Rob Schneider I just fuck a lot Bumping and grinding like the grown-ups do Oh you don't love this shit Then suppose that I don't love you, you bitch