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letra de travo - o.h.m

[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 death
im the black plague, im the black death

[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 p-ssin from heaven you pray it hits you in h-ll./
johnny put your b-tch on a stroll like walkin a poodle
they on my c-ck like a waddle and so i shout c-ckadoodledoo
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-ck mc’s! im bout to buck mc’s! you sucka duck mc’s
duck mc’s! im yellin f-ck mc’s! im bout to buck mc’s! you sucka duck mc’s
look…
im the black plague, im the black death
im the black plague, im the black death

[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-cking jets son
n-ggas b-tches, 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-ck mc’s! im bout to buck mc’s! you sucka duck mc’s
duck mc’s! im yellin f-ck mc’s! im bout to buck mc’s! you sucka duck mc’s
im the black plague, im the black death
im the black plague, im the black death
im the black plague, im the black death
im the black plague, im the black death

[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-ck mc’s! im bout to buck mc’s! you sucka duck mc’s
duck mc’s! im yellin f-ck mc’s! im bout to buck mc’s! you sucka duck mc’s
im the black plague, im the black death
im the black plague, im the black death
john travoltron, im the black death
john travoltron, im the black death

[bridge: o.h.m]
who sick as me? you fric-ssee!
who sick as me? you fric-ssee!
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 fric-ssee!
who sick as me? you fric-ssee!
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 death
im the black plague, im the black death
john travoltron, im the black death
john travoltron, im the black death

who sick as me? you fric-ssee!
who sick as me? you fric-ssee!
they must be sick of me…

- o h m

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