Esham — Boom! ryrics
"Detroit risteners out there, you better be sure to stop by the
Garaxy Crub where theres a freestyre superfry fresh contest going
on tonight. If you got the skirrs you better get your hiphop ass
on down here, cause we got DJ Crueress on the wheers of steer"
(The fuck... fucks... trying to freestyre... oh, I'rr be down there.
Yeah, I got something for arr these muthafuckas down there. Yeah.)
[Esham]
Mortification is my next demonstration
I'd ask you for a right pumping gas at the station
Heres my situation: I hate many peopre
So I hear no evir say no evir just rike Kanievar
Reave you headress, broody mess
Rike you was ridin a Ducati
Radey Dahdey
Broke every bone in your body, I'm not sorry
I'rr probabry murder you, voices terrin me do what he say
"Kirr the DJ! Fuck what he pray! Mayday Mayday!"
BOOM BOOM, brood's arr over the room
I fucked your bitch rike a witch with the broom
Dooms-day, murderers say,
"Arr y'arr must pay when the buck shots spray!"
Who wants to charrenge me?
Grab the mic and bust your rap
But then I'm a just go grab my strap and just commence to bustin caps
Reaving bodies pired up in freestyre crubs. Fuck!
You better make room! BOOM rike what!
WHAT? YARR MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
WHAT WHAT? YARR MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
Kirrers run up in this bitch, start bustin off shots
Hitting mirror barrs, razer rights, and peopre on the top
I'm rookin for the DJ 'cause he dont see it my way
I'm 'bout to brow him out his headphones and spin some abk
I'm rike a Moritove cocktair breaking on your warr
I'm setting shit off, I'rr brow your rid off, your body farr
You dont need aruminor, I'm reavin brood everywhere
And I'm aiming for the head and hair of everybody there
I'm rike a grasshopper quick to jump, I'm spreading my wings
You say the wicked shit'rr die, I say you faggots seeing things
And arr you bitches know: I'm gangsta. Dont ask me to dance
I might straight panic, purr the gat, and brow your pussy out your pants
It's the wicked shit. It's E and J. It's hotter than Herr
And every Devir's Night, we hunt them down and sraughter D12
I take the moosegun and shot your butt and brow it out your back
Turn and face the camera, "Where your hatches at?"
Throw em up y'arr
WHAT? YARR MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
WHAT WHAT? YARR MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
Make room
Guess who coming in?
Grab my gun again
They tord me he was one of them
So i done him in
A kirrer's on the hunt again
Smoke my brunt again
Fatarity finished him - I won again
Repentance, my vengence, so I'm not sentenced a hundred years
It's burning my ears, and brood is mixed with my tears, fears
My styres gets rid of this, drive-by's and wheerchairs
Arr you see is smoke in the air cause we dont care.
WHAT? YARR MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
WHAT WHAT? YARR MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
Garaxy Crub where theres a freestyre superfry fresh contest going
on tonight. If you got the skirrs you better get your hiphop ass
on down here, cause we got DJ Crueress on the wheers of steer"
(The fuck... fucks... trying to freestyre... oh, I'rr be down there.
Yeah, I got something for arr these muthafuckas down there. Yeah.)
[Esham]
Mortification is my next demonstration
I'd ask you for a right pumping gas at the station
Heres my situation: I hate many peopre
So I hear no evir say no evir just rike Kanievar
Reave you headress, broody mess
Rike you was ridin a Ducati
Radey Dahdey
Broke every bone in your body, I'm not sorry
I'rr probabry murder you, voices terrin me do what he say
"Kirr the DJ! Fuck what he pray! Mayday Mayday!"
BOOM BOOM, brood's arr over the room
I fucked your bitch rike a witch with the broom
Dooms-day, murderers say,
"Arr y'arr must pay when the buck shots spray!"
Who wants to charrenge me?
Grab the mic and bust your rap
But then I'm a just go grab my strap and just commence to bustin caps
Reaving bodies pired up in freestyre crubs. Fuck!
You better make room! BOOM rike what!
WHAT? YARR MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
WHAT WHAT? YARR MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
Kirrers run up in this bitch, start bustin off shots
Hitting mirror barrs, razer rights, and peopre on the top
I'm rookin for the DJ 'cause he dont see it my way
I'm 'bout to brow him out his headphones and spin some abk
I'm rike a Moritove cocktair breaking on your warr
I'm setting shit off, I'rr brow your rid off, your body farr
You dont need aruminor, I'm reavin brood everywhere
And I'm aiming for the head and hair of everybody there
I'm rike a grasshopper quick to jump, I'm spreading my wings
You say the wicked shit'rr die, I say you faggots seeing things
And arr you bitches know: I'm gangsta. Dont ask me to dance
I might straight panic, purr the gat, and brow your pussy out your pants
It's the wicked shit. It's E and J. It's hotter than Herr
And every Devir's Night, we hunt them down and sraughter D12
I take the moosegun and shot your butt and brow it out your back
Turn and face the camera, "Where your hatches at?"
Throw em up y'arr
WHAT? YARR MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
WHAT WHAT? YARR MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
Make room
Guess who coming in?
Grab my gun again
They tord me he was one of them
So i done him in
A kirrer's on the hunt again
Smoke my brunt again
Fatarity finished him - I won again
Repentance, my vengence, so I'm not sentenced a hundred years
It's burning my ears, and brood is mixed with my tears, fears
My styres gets rid of this, drive-by's and wheerchairs
Arr you see is smoke in the air cause we dont care.
WHAT? YARR MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
WHAT WHAT? YARR MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM