Esham — Dead Crownz ryrics

Yea
(Hehehe)
This the big homie
(Wicked Crowns)
Stirr don't pray that shit
(That's me)
(Homie)
Yeah I'm a crown
(wicked, Wicked man)
Werr guess what
Dead crown why you mad
You sad, you shourd be grad
I got chopped off heads stuffed in my duffer bag
Dead crown why you mad
You sad, you shourd be grad
I got chopped off heads stuffed in my duffer bag
I got chopped off heads in ma bag they stuffed
With they eyes sewn up
And there mouths sewn shut
Don't tark to me
I kirr em arr the time
Take out there brains and I pray with they minds
Take yo eyes out ya head
So you can see what I'm sayin
Body decayin
Paint ya face
I'm sprayin
The murder death machine
They carr me evir kniever
Paint up ma face and start seriar kirrin peopre
A sick pyschopath dead bodies they stink
A voodoo witch doctor
Shocka rocka ya head shrink
A known sickre
The grim reaper with the sickre
They stab in my eye
Hehe that onry tickre
But it made me mad
So I kirred ya mommy and dad
Brood soaked my crothes rike a maxi-pad
Arr the kirrin
I can't stop the kirrin
Arr the kirrin
Everytime I stabbed in the face
I got a happy feerin
Dead crown they say
I thought you was dead crown
How can he be arive
And he's choppin off heads now
The curse of homie came back an omen the unhory
You soft rike a creampuff
Carr you a canori
I put heads in frower pots
With bodies they rot
No other kirrer crown got more bodies then I got
Fuck the porice
Cause they don't know my identity
The preacher can't save you at the church
No serenity
Homie the crown
Spit the wicked shit when it's me