Lyrics Sage Francis

Sage Francis

Voice Mail Bomb Threat

From phone number

5-1-7 4-4-9 Number Number Number

Received at 2 AM

Hey just checking in man

How is 15 minutes of fame was going?

You know how you released that fucking *Personal Journals* and it was hot?

Yea, it's not anymore

You're fucking bull shit

Fucking emcee with a fucking CD player

Yea come to my town...

Yea give me all your [?} how your going to skull fuck me

We're fucking scared dude

Come to fucking Detroit

The next time you're routed..

Straight up I'm going to meet you with 100 boys ready to fucking kill you, you fuck

Seriously you threaten me and my family, I fucking kill you

Straight up

You fucking piece of shit dude

Rhyme fucking

Oh the most generic fucking dirt literally with It's nothing now, it used to be hot

Enjoy your fucking 15 minutes of three fame

You piece of shit, I'll fucking kill you

Seriously, you call me again I'll fucking kill you

Rock Detroit, Rock Flint, Rock Kalamazoo, Rock Lancing

You find you way shit

Seriously dude you're fucking nothing

I'll fucking roof your shit apart, bitch

Out.