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Dedicated to Ale Richardson and all of Cause.and.Infection
lyrics
*chorus*
*Cause and infection, this is the lesson.
She teach without preachin, with the brain all hectic.
Ale Richardson, take a bow.
Just tryna get home, I should start up now.
But the life on lock, or maybe locked up.
The clock tick tocks, hit the snooze, say fuck.
Ale Richardson, take a bow.
Just tryna get home, I should start up now.*
Woah im back on the flow, as if to say SWIM.
but this rap is for CI, people in. yeah them.
Postin porn on the wall, and snippits of wisdom.
Make me laugh. Make me cry. Cause that is what this is.
The infection has a cause, not clause on a contract.
Or clause like ST. Nick, with gifts in the burlap.
Yea I already had that. So let it pass by.
Facebook all day, till the moment I die.
*chorus*
You got depakote for the mood, I got Quell.
Sellin sea shells by the sea shore, burn in hell.
Sally, tongue twister, fuck the mister. She don’t need a man.
Ale go hard, you should do the same if you can.
Littered bottles and cans, hittin the drank.
Group dank, yea boy. This song is my thanks.
Run ‘em over with tanks, society’s bitches.
You wish it? I wish it. So lets talk business.
*chorus*
Gore, yeah I like. But I aint talking Al.
I’ll bite your ear off, Tyson status wow.
We live in the dark, said fuck the night light.
And the night life, cause strife. Now I feel alright.
So how are you doin, cause im doin fine.
But I feel like a mime, quite devise.
Stuck my head in a vice. While enjoying my vice.
Crushed my skull to pieces, to get rid of the nice.
credits
released June 22, 2011
Produced, Rapped, and Mixed by Jacob McKinley
Used a sample from "blue"
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