Sage Francis - Whore Monger lyrics
[Sage Francis - Whore Monger lyrics]
My popularitys on the ri-isemy
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 chinggreen
Backs bring the bling bling
Na na I may stay homerev got the
Ring ring ha ha hey hey poem
While my answering machine screening
Callshailing 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 it's 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 don't 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 giftedwhen 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
IMA WHOREa WHORE MONGER! with
A platinum voice
IMA WHOREa WHORE MONGER! cuz
I haven't a choice servin up this cuz
(S) echo-freaks need to eat
Excrament ain't 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 it's 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 ain't down by
The gravities of law
Now these anologies ain't 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
And I haven't a choice n if
Ya snatches ain't moist just
Sing-a-long c'mon
La la laaaaa la la la laaaa la la la la la
La la laaaaa la la la la la la lala la la
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 chinggreen
Backs bring the bling bling
Na na I may stay homerev got the
Ring ring ha ha hey hey poem
While my answering machine screening
Callshailing 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 it's 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 don't 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 giftedwhen 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
IMA WHOREa WHORE MONGER! with
A platinum voice
IMA WHOREa WHORE MONGER! cuz
I haven't a choice servin up this cuz
(S) echo-freaks need to eat
Excrament ain't 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 it's 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 ain't down by
The gravities of law
Now these anologies ain't 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
And I haven't a choice n if
Ya snatches ain't moist just
Sing-a-long c'mon
La la laaaaa la la la laaaa la la la la la
La la laaaaa la la la la la la lala la la