Текст песни The Plague - Unaverage Gang

Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Get the fuck up out the scene
You know we not gon' stop
Stab you in the fuckin' neck
The plague is comin'
Until you mothafuckin'
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Get the fuck up out the scene
You know we not gon' stop
Stab you in the fuckin' neck
The plague is comin'
Until you mothafuckin' drop

That's killa ways
So don't mind, I'll grab the shotty
Give no fucks, and to be so fucked
But y'all feel so embodied
All that talk, but I get no facts
All this shit, it comes from rats
I think that I'm maxed out
But can it fuckin' stay out?
See it's from the jump
You like to hide in the masquerade
And you see that your life gon' fade
Like a mob that can't get made
Can't be livin' a cycle of all the doubt
It's nothing, never gon' take your word
And If you ask how
You'll find out
Don't wanna be the one to gives in
And left out
I wanna be the one that makes a difference
Find a new meaning
So it cuts out
I can't get a break
So how much can I take?
The stress that's overloaded on my mind
You cannot fake
Always underminin' my lines
And it takes a hit to the soul
You go out and find me diggin' in the dirt
'Cause life's gonna hurt
So I'm preparin' for the worse
I got the drop on the turn
And it don't matter much to me
I only use what I learn

Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Get the fuck up out the scene
You know we not gon' stop
Stab you in the fuckin' neck
The plague is comin'
Until you mothafuckin'
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Get the fuck up out the scene
You know we not gon' stop
Stab you in the fuckin' neck
The plague is comin'
Until you mothafuckin' drop

Told the devil, I could I never sell my soul
Hope my demons carry me down, when I'm ghost
Grab that Glock, let it pop
Sending shots at your knot
Body drop, tie the knot
Watch that mothafucka rot
Bending around that corner in a 64
In a Carhartt Jacket with a black mask
Your hero
You don't want smoke, pussy boy
We don't reload
Grab that mothafucka by his throat
If he don't watch his tone
Yeah, I'm hated, overrated if you getting what I'm saying
We just posers that just going through motions of creating
Suck a dick and get a life
Why you speculating mine?
If you got a fuckin' problem
I'll snap you and break your spine
Pussy mothafucka wanna run up, get split
Told you don't be fucking with T.R.I.P
My trigger finger itching
I'll have you resting in piss
Creeping around in the cemetery
Bunch of shells, they call me Gary
Have your ass running around like Jerry
I know that's shit getting scary