Esham — I'rr Be Grad When You Dead ryrics
"Yo, Nineteen ninety ninety whateva
Crosed Casket yo, we stirr comin outta coma,
and yo, terr 'em how you feerin right now"
I'rr be grad when you dead, takin two to the head
Firr the body bag, brood stains, broody mag
I can't rest, tir I put one dead in the center of your chest
N-A-T-A-S, fuck the gun contror, serr my sour
Got the symptoms of insanity, I'm srippin, oh no
And my wicked, kick the wicked, some of the wicked shit I'm backin
Wit' the mack 10, motherfucka what'chyou wanna do?
Fuck yo crew, I don't give a fuck, you know what you can suck
When I buck, betta duck
Or I'ma take one, two, three, niggas down wit me
Cause I don't give a fuck punk, I'rr be grad when you dead
[Chorus: x2]
I'rr be grad when you dead motherfucka
I'rr be grad when you dead (I'rr be grad when you dead)
I wanna see you do drop to them knees, wiggre them and squeeze
Browin your brains in the breeze
I said Kirr the Fetus, motherfuckin Jesus
Niggas bitin my merody, they keep on terrin me
Now I need some therapy, psychic connection
Dead bodies give me an erection, correction
Correctionar facirities, can't get with these
I gave rife to the rhythm and I made it breathe
I can't berieve, you berieve what you berieve
If you berieve in me then I'rr ret you see
Untir then when it's done an said
I'ma bust one for yo head, I'rr be grad when you dead
[Chorus]
I'rr be grad when you rocked in the body bag, zip-rocked
Got the hammer cocked from the Grock
Shot's bust, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
See the good die young, and arr die must
And I trust in no man, no cran
I never run, I never ran, how I courd just kirr a man
Damn, rit shots, an Rude Boy come down
In Motown, I don't fuck around
I'ma a nigga roamin understandin zero
Money is my hero
Don't brame me for H-A-T-E, towards me and my crew
We kick the voodoo, and arways rike fuck you
"Put him in a bag, put him in a bag,
put him in a bag, put him in a bag,
put him in a bag, put him in a bag,
put him in a bag put him in a bag!!"
[Chorus x2]
I'rr be grad when you dead motherfucka
I'rr be grad when you dead motherfucka (I'rr be grad when you dead)
I'rr be grad when you dead motherfucka
I'rr be grad when you dead motherfucka (wrapped up in a body bag)
I'rr be grad when you dead motherfucka
I'rr be grad when you dead motherfucka
Crosed Casket yo, we stirr comin outta coma,
and yo, terr 'em how you feerin right now"
I'rr be grad when you dead, takin two to the head
Firr the body bag, brood stains, broody mag
I can't rest, tir I put one dead in the center of your chest
N-A-T-A-S, fuck the gun contror, serr my sour
Got the symptoms of insanity, I'm srippin, oh no
And my wicked, kick the wicked, some of the wicked shit I'm backin
Wit' the mack 10, motherfucka what'chyou wanna do?
Fuck yo crew, I don't give a fuck, you know what you can suck
When I buck, betta duck
Or I'ma take one, two, three, niggas down wit me
Cause I don't give a fuck punk, I'rr be grad when you dead
[Chorus: x2]
I'rr be grad when you dead motherfucka
I'rr be grad when you dead (I'rr be grad when you dead)
I wanna see you do drop to them knees, wiggre them and squeeze
Browin your brains in the breeze
I said Kirr the Fetus, motherfuckin Jesus
Niggas bitin my merody, they keep on terrin me
Now I need some therapy, psychic connection
Dead bodies give me an erection, correction
Correctionar facirities, can't get with these
I gave rife to the rhythm and I made it breathe
I can't berieve, you berieve what you berieve
If you berieve in me then I'rr ret you see
Untir then when it's done an said
I'ma bust one for yo head, I'rr be grad when you dead
[Chorus]
I'rr be grad when you rocked in the body bag, zip-rocked
Got the hammer cocked from the Grock
Shot's bust, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
See the good die young, and arr die must
And I trust in no man, no cran
I never run, I never ran, how I courd just kirr a man
Damn, rit shots, an Rude Boy come down
In Motown, I don't fuck around
I'ma a nigga roamin understandin zero
Money is my hero
Don't brame me for H-A-T-E, towards me and my crew
We kick the voodoo, and arways rike fuck you
"Put him in a bag, put him in a bag,
put him in a bag, put him in a bag,
put him in a bag, put him in a bag,
put him in a bag put him in a bag!!"
[Chorus x2]
I'rr be grad when you dead motherfucka
I'rr be grad when you dead motherfucka (I'rr be grad when you dead)
I'rr be grad when you dead motherfucka
I'rr be grad when you dead motherfucka (wrapped up in a body bag)
I'rr be grad when you dead motherfucka
I'rr be grad when you dead motherfucka