My 9 Rhymes lyrics
Song information
Artist: Esham
Album: Esham's 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
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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