Verse

Boy finna got boy finna go, boys fardel strapped for the load ho

You gotta ticka for tha brisket? Where’s yo ration- meats not rib but it’s certainly Prime-Time for the bode (uh huh), slime ruby from the blow (pow-pow) Big time? More like end time-line-yo streets for the Harvester of Souls

You betta walk that talk, you betta drop that locket, his 10 piece ruby rose red. 

Chorus 

Ho, What you sayin Willis?

Ho, What you sayin Villous? 

OC’s not the Bacillus 

OC’s not the Bacillus 

There’s a science to the silence

There’s a science to the silence?

Yes, shh, listen

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Duty is honour, honour is duty for everyone of yer love, Christ follows Dionysus. Phallic and ambrosial, exceptionally delicious? P-P-P Proposal, eat yo honey cake as I levitate to that gate.

Am I worthy of the gods, at your disposal

Am I worthy of the gods, Dion where’s yo nobles?

She got 9 10s, 9 10s, but she a withered old crone peakin through tha window, a widow, only GOATS be alone

~ all the lonely people, where do they all belong, all the lonely people, where doooo they all belong?~ 

Onslaught of slaughter, red suit, the harvester of daughters. Dodge a bullet, pull it, age 11 she appeased heaven. 

Now ho 40 creek, eat cheek tongue lung, bread soaked n drippin.

A hym to him, knees on bed, she pray “Please Dion, break that bread, Please Dion, break that bread”

Chorus

Ho, What you sayin Willis?

Ho, What you sayin Villous?

OC’s not the Bacillus

OC’s not the Bacillus 

There’s a science to the silence

There’s a silence to the science

Yes, No, shut up