Famine O' Clock Lyrics

It's the famine examine my gattin' clapping my cannon
Planting talons have you catching bullets like Calvin
My bastion is slamming whipping the wagon state to state
Handing you plates of metal javelins
Dumping by the gallon dampen your fashion
Witness the dragon & you'll be silent as Chaplin
My faction crafting recipe's with Desert E's
Leave your dreams in the canyon while we lamping
In mansion's organic planted my thoughts Langston But raised in a garden target the platinum
Taxed in essential vitamins & minerals pull a fast one
I'm a bastard when hunger pangs bang
No Fasting in my faction we the new blue prints
And I'm the draftsman Call the shank man
And start taxing all our beef is grass fed
So batten your hatches we got all you satin bitches mapped in

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