My 9 Rhymes lyrics
Song information
Artist: Esham Album: Boomin' Words From Hell
Lyrics
Born beat up and always hungry Never thought I'd turn into a criminal if anything Runnin from the cops like al capone Goin rambo on them mother fuckers like sly stallone Got a gat in my pants like its part of my belt Suckers scared like butter so they start to melt I stand silent like concrete in detroits streets What a rich man throws away is what a poor man eats When I was 5 my mind start to blow Told my teacher I want to be like hitler when I grow up When I was 7 disregarded the laws of heaven I went to church on sunday and I cussed out the reverand When I was 10 I started commiting sin Witchcraft and voodoo with needles and pins When I became an adolescent I never learned my lesson Puttin holes in mother fuckers with a fuckin smith and wesson A homicidal vital recital esham my title I know my shit is deaf and I know you want a bite oh But no dont do it you'll be just a carbon copy Esham is original and everyone else is sloppy Still I kill im sweet like sugar hill Not your average everyday elemantry run of the mill Mother fucker get it strait I dont battle thats for suckers You wish you was down with reel life product aint that right brothers I dont bullshit no need to bullshit You pull some shit and you'll be pullin bullets n shit Brother think im bluffin pull me bluff and get fucked up and Its time for me to shut up cus I really said enough
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"Boomin' Words From Hell" album track list
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