Hate me or love me, no, I don′t care, it's the same thing

.45 in your face have a great day

59 be the set, bitch, I stay greyOkay, here I come with the AK

Okay, Yung Plague got the blank slate

No cake, Yung Plague got a blank plate

So grey, Yung Plague got to break banks

No pain but I numb myself anyway

Renegade gotta get away, so I levitate

The human race gotta find a way to renovate

Keep it simple, bitch I think I′m fucking Hemingway

Gotta find a bitch that I can penetrate

Let her know I ain't gonna inseminate

Separate then tell her to go meditate

She got depressed and overdosed now all she do is vegetate

Okay, hold up

Run up in the spot this a stick up

Tie the bitch up

Time to re-up

Hit 'em with the onomatopoeia

When I speak up bitch, I′m Jesus out the freezer

′Cause' I′m fucking cold, dead

Better yet a threat to any motherfucker coming at the fucking set

(The $carecrow)

Made out of roaches and locusts

Smokers who make waves like Moses, no motive

Fucking some co-eds that think I'm a poet

But fuck it I pour it ′til I'm slumped and loaded

Reaching my lowest, they think I′m heroic

Funny to me but they think that I'm chosen

Illusions, illusions polluting the humans

One bullet away from my problem's solutions

Sippin′ on Houston while I rot and ruin

Almighty 59 bitch I die for my union