Letras: Brotha Lynch Hung. The Plague. In the Beginning.

In the beginning There was darkness And then came the light And everybody was happy Then came the plague And the siccness and the doom followed Then everybody died [Verse 1] Funny funny, Mad Dog for the money money Grab y'all to the tummy dummy Some of you listen im stable It's nothin Like bein in a cell with Doom niggaz See a spell WWW make a motherf**ka smell.Plague.net Real niggaz we bout techs Hit you in the neck Real gettas we buy guns When the shit get funkadelic Bound to hit you wit the ?? gun Shots to the abdomen Death becomes ??? [Verse 2] We tore this Northtown savage And I'm all about my cabbage I pierce my dick And I'm quick to tell some shit about hoes and automatics I'm equipped with a clique of rhymes I'm equipped with a clique of bitches I'm equipped with a clique of slugs Fo sho' to sink you with the quickness [Verse 3] Snake Through the streets of south Nevada Find me a simple minded bitch And I lick my lips and then I'm out Playboy 7, Northtown Doomsday Las Vegas homes Soon as I go I'm bout to say get 'em [Verse 4] The shit that got me hot Now I got my glock And I got it cocked So I'm a let it pop Like pop goes the weasel Motherf**k your Volvo horsepower Nigga you f**kin with a diesel That'll destroy your head up In your darkest hour 'cause nigga I'm a killa Better known to your baby mama as the rapist When I raise the people's hand and eyebrow Watch real life embraces So I put the smackdown On your candy ass And if you scared to get 'em up motherf**ker We still gone blast [Verse 5] Here's a lesson in demonology I'm darin my enemies to size out chronologically Make no apology Trust no other motherf**kers Except my doom niggaz I crush Any punk bitch niggaz That wanna f**k with us Known for croppin motherf**kers down to the bone With a semi-automatic Double-edged axe blade chrome With an army like Anubis We keep comin no matter what So f**k a punk bitch that try to do to us