Esham

Esham - What songtekst

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It's the inventor, the wicked ice cold as the winter

As niggaz enter

The dragon, the 44 got my pants saggin'

For all the whucka bring the paddy wagon

The terminator, the bitch ass nigga eliminator

The suicide comtemplator

For your dillusions I bring wicked, that's illusions

To cause mass confusion

I be the nigga bucka, the hood-rat and tittie bar bitch fucka

Got niggaz screamin' what the fuck, see when

I'm down with Lord Majai and we both yellin' die

Die nigga, we comin' for ya

You wanna fresh style lemme show ya

Bitch, verbally ya never hearda the

U-N-H-O-L-Y 'cause I'm hellified



I insist, real life suicidalist

And for this I'm a white man's terrorist

I never miss when I squeeze the chrome in my fist

My style will make your ass drink a glass of piss

High roller, money folder

Underground rap radio controller

The bone breaker, the thug shaker

From here to Cleveland, nigga run run

To catch the dum-dums

Dumb-ditty dum, do-wa-ditty

Esham, I'm from Detroit city

I flip more tactics than acrobatics

Do hat tricks with propolactics

Unholy, that's what my momma told me

Now I do all my dirt by my lonely

And most niggaz wanna kill you while you slangin' ki's

I clock dollars while they catch Z's

Nigga what



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