Ohm - Travo lyrics

[Intro: O.H.M] Im blacker than the blackamoor faces on papal banners And sicker than the thickest bronchitis in vapor channels Im the Black Plague, Im the Black d**h Im the Black Plague, Im the Black d**h [Verse 1: O.H.M] My rhymes are fiber optics to these basic cable rappers I lecture hannibal lectre on basic table manners Your sipping cynicism, from your wicked wishing well While i'm pissin from heaven you pray it hits you in hell./ Johnny put your b**h on a stroll like walkin a poodle They on my co*k like a waddle and so i shout co*kadoodledoo You like pollo grande? I smoke weed from hanging gardens and drop ash on Pompei 2 step for 2 secs and leave concrete concave Stir storms like thor with the water in my bong's waves Split the middle long ways It's just like every blood moved straight down south the way my dong raise A monster often known to call it's home the king kong cave Switching the position of my gong change my fung shui I shape shift tsang shung's way, a shogun shows guns raised Brrap! strapped! [Hook 1: O.H.M] Duck MC's! Im yellin f** MC's! Im bout to buck MC's! you s**a duck MC's Duck MC's! Im yellin f** MC's! Im bout to buck MC's! you s**a duck MC's Look… Im the Black Plague, Im the Black d**h Im the Black Plague, Im the Black d**h [Verse 2: O.H.M] I got a grip that spits smart bombs, you'er guns dum But my guns a gundam that dump slugs like dump trucks Collecting garbage at a fancy french resturant Express, escargo, cargo is how i disguise my smuggled pot Snuggles tried to struggle but i strung him up in snuggie knots Punch buggy “blood stained windows in the parking lot" Like wilma bumping heads with fred you know i tend to spark a lot Like unicron when eating worlds you know i'd say my spark is hot Popping up with choppers thats as loud as f**ing jets son n***as b**hes, george's, jane's, they always tend to jet son But i'm in a jet son, like i jacked the jetsons Kickin rhymes like mister lee, you know they think i'm jet's son But i'm more like more like bruce, bruising brutes with brawn like bluto Popeye eats his spinich, i spliff it, i'm lifted, you know My shoryuken judo will knock him straight up like juno And he will reach the planet turned planetoid known as pluto [Hook 2: O.H.M] Duck MC's! Im yellin f** MC's! Im bout to buck MC's! you s**a duck MC's Duck MC's! Im yellin f** MC's! Im bout to buck MC's! you s**a duck MC's Im the Black Plague, Im the Black d**h Im the Black Plague, Im the Black d**h Im the Black Plague, Im the Black d**h Im the Black Plague, Im the Black d**h [Verse 3: O.H.M] I'll build and agricultural factory just for new hoes And sign em all to contracts that noose em up in the loop holes That only loosten up when they're lubin up for a new low The kind that frightens veteran social workers at group homes John travoltron peck ya hens till the koop's flown Than dash, you'll shout “after him!” then, “wait a minute, who's flown?" Cuz your grounded i'm bounding boundless confouded By workings of surface dwellers beneath clouds they are shrouded From my view, for all your viewing pleasure i project upon them my views That's just what I do, don't let me find you J-O-H-N, T-R-A-V, O-L-T-R-O-N, Go IN! J-O-H-N, T-R-A-V, O-L-T-R-O-N [Hook 3: O.H.M] Duck MC's! Im yellin f** MC's! Im bout to buck MC's! you s**a duck MC's Duck MC's! Im yellin f** MC's! Im bout to buck MC's! you s**a duck MC's Im the Black Plague, Im the Black d**h Im the Black Plague, Im the Black d**h John Travoltron, Im the Black d**h John Travoltron, Im the Black d**h [Bridge: O.H.M] Who sick as me? you frica**ee! Who sick as me? you frica**ee! I know they sick of me, I know they sick of me They must be sick of me, they must be sick of me Who sick as me? you frica**ee! Who sick as me? you frica**ee! They must be sick of me, they must be sick of me I know they sick of me, I know they sick of me Im the Black Plague, Im the Black d**h Im the Black Plague, Im the Black d**h John Travoltron, Im the Black d**h John Travoltron, Im the Black d**h Who sick as me? you frica**ee! Who sick as me? you frica**ee! They must be sick of me…