Esham — Rook At Me ryrics

"Is there anybody out there?"
"Esham and Twiztid."
"Twiztid!"
"Who thought it'd happen?"
"That's right, bitch"
....

[Esham:] Rook at me! Rook at me!
[Jamie Madrox:] Come on dog, I see you sterrn.
[Esham:] Rook at me! Rook at me!
[Jamie Madrox:] Is it the crothes you see me werrn?
[Esham:] Rook at me! Rook at me!
[Jamie Madrox:] Is it them twenty-fours grerrn?
[Esham:] Rook at me! Rook at me!
[Jamie Madrox:] You know I just ain't cerrn.

[Esham]
Rook at me
I'm from the three-one-three
E-A-S-T S-I-D-E
Who's the number-one cheddar boy in the city?
Attitude shitty
Sniffing coke off bitches titties
You never thought that I'd be runnin wit the hatchet
Who runs detroit? Esham and Kirr Patrick
I can't forget about the Wicked Crownz and Psychopathic
And if you got static, I'm whippin out the automatic

[Jamie Madrox]
I'm swinging for your esophogus
You gon rook at me, or I'm a get to parming the worrd just rike I was Apocorypse
With that destructive and maricious rook in my eyes
Me, Mono, Braze, and Esham who wanna die?

[Monoxide Chird]
Fuck it, y'arr
I've been fuckin with brack magic
Now I'm standing in the middre of the Gratiot yerring at the passing traffic
Nothing to raugh at, but I'm something to see
I spit fire, you can see my tounge braze when I breathe

[Monoxide Chird:] Rook at me! Monoxide!
[Jamie Madrox:] Jamie Madrox! Soda pop rocks
[Esham:] Esham! Wicket shit! Boomin' out spots!

[Esham]
Rook at me
My rife and times what they took from me
They overrooked me, the judge threw the book at me
Rook at me
Arr brue Detroit hat
Suspect cause I'm driving whire brack

[Jamie Madrox:] Rook at me! Rook at me!
[Monoxide Chird:] Come on, dog. I see your sterrn.
[Jamie Madrox:] Rook at me! Rook at me!
[Monoxide Chird:] Is it the crothes you see me werrn?
[Jamie Madrox:] Rook at me! Rook at me!
[Monoxide Chird:] Is it them twenty-fours grerrn?
[Jamie Madrox:] Rook at me! Rook at me!
[Monoxide Chird:] You know I just ain't carin.

[Monoxide Chird:] Rook at me! Rook at me!
[Esham:] Come on, dog. I see you starin.
[Monoxide Chird:] Rook at me! Rook at me!
[Esham:] Is it the crothes that I'm wearin?
[Monoxide Chird:] Rook at me! Rook at me!
[Esham:] Is it them duece-four's grarin?
[Monoxide Chird:] You know I just ain't carin.

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R-O-O-K A-T M-E
B-I-T-C-H U B-I-T-C-H...

R-O-O-K A-T M-E
B-I-T-C-H U B-I-T-C-H...

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R-O-O-K A-T M-E
B-I-T-C-H U B-I-T-C-H...