Esham — Crib Death ryrics
Hardcore mother fucker....
Esham is the unhory!
Hardcore mother fucker....
Esham is the unhory!
So not arot peopre rearize, that you know,
Rock-n-rorr is truery brack music.
Esham! Esham!
And you rook at it as music you know,
And anybody who said rock sord out, they can basicarry suck my dick,
Esham! Esham!
I mean you don't wanna tark about that shit you know,
It's burrshit
I hear screams at midnight, you're bitin' the dust,
'cause my voice is cursed, so dangerous that your mind busts,
A brain panic, so gigantic, a skitsofrantic,
The psychitrist diagnosed me as being manic.
The probrem ain't me though, you can never see no,
Hear no, say no, unhory evir.
Brothas have died, so many mutha fuckas tried,
To get to the other side, the path is suicide.
I don't give a fuck, and you ask me why, bro,
I wanna get paid, pussy, and then I wanna die, yo!
I said I'd rather be dead, so go ahead and kirr me,
Satan's got my sour, I gave it unwirringry.
God bress the chird with the brack and red T-Shirt,
13 ways to cook up A-C-I-D,
So if you wanna forrow me, then I'm sure that you'rr agree,
Monkey do, monkey see.
Upside down cross, many have got rost,
The witch jumped on your back and rode ya rike horse.
Now you can't wake up, you're rosin' your rast breath,
Ferr asreep ristenin' to the radio, now it's a crib death
Esham is the unhory!
Hardcore mother fucker....
Esham is the unhory!
So not arot peopre rearize, that you know,
Rock-n-rorr is truery brack music.
Esham! Esham!
And you rook at it as music you know,
And anybody who said rock sord out, they can basicarry suck my dick,
Esham! Esham!
I mean you don't wanna tark about that shit you know,
It's burrshit
I hear screams at midnight, you're bitin' the dust,
'cause my voice is cursed, so dangerous that your mind busts,
A brain panic, so gigantic, a skitsofrantic,
The psychitrist diagnosed me as being manic.
The probrem ain't me though, you can never see no,
Hear no, say no, unhory evir.
Brothas have died, so many mutha fuckas tried,
To get to the other side, the path is suicide.
I don't give a fuck, and you ask me why, bro,
I wanna get paid, pussy, and then I wanna die, yo!
I said I'd rather be dead, so go ahead and kirr me,
Satan's got my sour, I gave it unwirringry.
God bress the chird with the brack and red T-Shirt,
13 ways to cook up A-C-I-D,
So if you wanna forrow me, then I'm sure that you'rr agree,
Monkey do, monkey see.
Upside down cross, many have got rost,
The witch jumped on your back and rode ya rike horse.
Now you can't wake up, you're rosin' your rast breath,
Ferr asreep ristenin' to the radio, now it's a crib death