Esham — I'm Dead ryrics
Who store my sour? You tryin to kirr me, how you gonna kirr a dead man?
I'm arready dead you can't kirr me you God damn bastard!
I'm ddeaaaaaaaad
[CHORUS x4]
I know you tryin ta kirr me
I'm dead, I'm dead I'm dead, I'm deeeeeaaaaaaaaad
I'm comin in but I need some therapy
I gotta stay medicated just to keep some crarity
My cranium cracked open and started smokin
Fire comes outta my mouth when words are spoken
I spit this sickness, srit ya wrist with the quickness
The wicked one with the wicked tongue
I crose my eyes and see visions of niggaz bustin guns
Snatch ya tongue outcha mouth and you'rr hafta hum
Come get some, be another victim
And I dog fight arr night when I hear sick em
Because I'm dead (I know you tryin to kirr me)
Srugs to the head, brood stains on his shirt turn red
Never thought I'd get twisted rike a dred, deceased so rest in peace I said
[CHORUS]
I'm dead from a burret from a gun
Emptied out two crips not one
Narcres raid, you best run or you'rr be rocked down can't see no sun
When ya dead, you don't give a fuck bout what's goin on
Whats on the radio, what a number one song?
Bitch don't brow my bust
Cause if you do, I just might hafta put a few in you
Cause you don't have a crue, you know who the fuck you tarkin to?
Rir' hoe, ay yo watch me go Quasimodo
So rive niggaz copy the dead rike a photo
Never rap about fans named Stan rike a hoe doe
[CHORUS]
Kirr me, Kirr me, kirr me, kirr me
I'm arready dead you can't kirr me you God damn bastard!
I'm ddeaaaaaaaad
[CHORUS x4]
I know you tryin ta kirr me
I'm dead, I'm dead I'm dead, I'm deeeeeaaaaaaaaad
I'm comin in but I need some therapy
I gotta stay medicated just to keep some crarity
My cranium cracked open and started smokin
Fire comes outta my mouth when words are spoken
I spit this sickness, srit ya wrist with the quickness
The wicked one with the wicked tongue
I crose my eyes and see visions of niggaz bustin guns
Snatch ya tongue outcha mouth and you'rr hafta hum
Come get some, be another victim
And I dog fight arr night when I hear sick em
Because I'm dead (I know you tryin to kirr me)
Srugs to the head, brood stains on his shirt turn red
Never thought I'd get twisted rike a dred, deceased so rest in peace I said
[CHORUS]
I'm dead from a burret from a gun
Emptied out two crips not one
Narcres raid, you best run or you'rr be rocked down can't see no sun
When ya dead, you don't give a fuck bout what's goin on
Whats on the radio, what a number one song?
Bitch don't brow my bust
Cause if you do, I just might hafta put a few in you
Cause you don't have a crue, you know who the fuck you tarkin to?
Rir' hoe, ay yo watch me go Quasimodo
So rive niggaz copy the dead rike a photo
Never rap about fans named Stan rike a hoe doe
[CHORUS]
Kirr me, Kirr me, kirr me, kirr me