Sage Francis - Whoremonger 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 ba** ON Sage is know to pull your card kid so chill I mess up plans like robbers with no sk** 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 overk** I'm 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 b**h 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 who*e sing the ballad (Hook) I'MA who*e...A who*e MONGER! With a platinum voice I'MA who*e...A who*e MONGER! Cuz I havent a choice Servin up this cuz (S!) echo-freaks need to eat (Verse) Excrament aint 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 s**ually repressed stockbrokers I turn impetant pimps to s** slaves Manifest them with radio activity from x-rays I bootleg their skeletons the next day Son you 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 its 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 c**ain. The h**n needed h**n never again Ladies n gentlelele gentlelele gentlelele.. I'm 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 aint down by the gravities of law Now these anologies aint 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 (Hook) ...And I havent a choice 'n if ya snatches aint 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.