Whore Monger Lyrics - Sage Francis

(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 bass ON 

Sage is know to pull your card kid so chill 

I mess up plans like robbers with no skill 

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 overkill 

im 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 bitch 

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 whore sing the ballad 

(hook) 

IMA WHORE...A WHORE MONGER! with a platinum voice 

IMA WHORE...A WHORE MONGER! 'cause I havent a choice 

servin up this 'cause (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 sexually repressed stockbrokers 

I turn impetant pimps to sex slaves 

manifest them with radio activity from x-rays 

I bootleg their skeletons the next day 

son u 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 cocain. the heroin needed heroin never again 

ladies n gentlelele gentlelele gentlelele.. 

im 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 

'cause 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.