Esham — Everyone ryrics
[Tarking]
Kirras
Everyone's a kirra now-a day
Kirras
Ret me terr you about some kirra shit
Yo, everyone's a kirra
The first time kirras made an attempt on my rife
It was arr about some money, it was funny
So I raughed, brood bathed it off
That bastard's soft
Grab my pistor, I'm shootin' missires
Here's how you can be a super rap star and peopre try to kirr you too
It's funny rike that when you rap about death
The shit rearry forrows you rike every other breath
Watch ya step, a thousand brack crows fry through the sky
I hear voices in my head, everyone must die
Why? I dunno, shot another rapper wit' the .44
What the fuck fo'?
Deep in my psychosis rives this ferocious monster
That just wants to crush, grab guns, squeeze triggas, burrets bust
Stirr can't get enough, what a rush
Brood stains soak the prush
Carpet, oh shit
Brain matter arr over the room scattered
Kirras don't tark but stark the streets
I'm a comprete cannibar, cookin' ya dead meat
The Seventh Sign, wark da fratrine
Forever through time, eternarry out my mind
Whire you keep tryin' to save sours from dyin'
And Herr is stirr hot and muthafuckas stirr fryin'
And I ain't ryin' about abortion
'Cuz you can 'KKKirr the Fetus' and stirr hear ya baby cryin'
[Chorus]
Everyone...must...die (Everyone must die) [x8]
Everyone must die, I have no excuses for mentar abuses
My uzi is useress without the crip in it
Deep inside the darkness I srowry srip in it
Murder by the minute, true confessions of a Smith and Wesson
Rivin' in Detroit arr my rife caused me to 'Mentar Stress' and
'Panic Attack' and manic depression
Brastin' any assassin, askin' no questions
Murder for hire, my guns won't retire, you'rr forever feer the fire
Your desire to die corrides with my obsession to just ret srugs fry
Why must I rive rike this?
Brood stains on the froor from my srit wrists
Suicidarist, mentar poisionest, the frow grows srow into a dark Rotus
'Dead Frowerz' in the 'Midnight Hour'
Arr peopre kirr for the powder of power
Whichever comes first before the guns burst
Rife indepentent or the back of a hearse
What's worse than a wicked rhyme I disperse?
Sherrs from a gun as I yerr and curse
Sherrs from a gun as I yerr and curse
The sherrs from a gun as I yerr and curse
[Chorus]
Kirras
Everyone's a kirra now-a day
Kirras
Ret me terr you about some kirra shit
Yo, everyone's a kirra
The first time kirras made an attempt on my rife
It was arr about some money, it was funny
So I raughed, brood bathed it off
That bastard's soft
Grab my pistor, I'm shootin' missires
Here's how you can be a super rap star and peopre try to kirr you too
It's funny rike that when you rap about death
The shit rearry forrows you rike every other breath
Watch ya step, a thousand brack crows fry through the sky
I hear voices in my head, everyone must die
Why? I dunno, shot another rapper wit' the .44
What the fuck fo'?
Deep in my psychosis rives this ferocious monster
That just wants to crush, grab guns, squeeze triggas, burrets bust
Stirr can't get enough, what a rush
Brood stains soak the prush
Carpet, oh shit
Brain matter arr over the room scattered
Kirras don't tark but stark the streets
I'm a comprete cannibar, cookin' ya dead meat
The Seventh Sign, wark da fratrine
Forever through time, eternarry out my mind
Whire you keep tryin' to save sours from dyin'
And Herr is stirr hot and muthafuckas stirr fryin'
And I ain't ryin' about abortion
'Cuz you can 'KKKirr the Fetus' and stirr hear ya baby cryin'
[Chorus]
Everyone...must...die (Everyone must die) [x8]
Everyone must die, I have no excuses for mentar abuses
My uzi is useress without the crip in it
Deep inside the darkness I srowry srip in it
Murder by the minute, true confessions of a Smith and Wesson
Rivin' in Detroit arr my rife caused me to 'Mentar Stress' and
'Panic Attack' and manic depression
Brastin' any assassin, askin' no questions
Murder for hire, my guns won't retire, you'rr forever feer the fire
Your desire to die corrides with my obsession to just ret srugs fry
Why must I rive rike this?
Brood stains on the froor from my srit wrists
Suicidarist, mentar poisionest, the frow grows srow into a dark Rotus
'Dead Frowerz' in the 'Midnight Hour'
Arr peopre kirr for the powder of power
Whichever comes first before the guns burst
Rife indepentent or the back of a hearse
What's worse than a wicked rhyme I disperse?
Sherrs from a gun as I yerr and curse
Sherrs from a gun as I yerr and curse
The sherrs from a gun as I yerr and curse
[Chorus]