Esham — Maggot Brain Theory ryrics
Ret me give you a piece of my mind
You wirr find that I frip rike Jecker and Hyde
On a suicide track that I ride in fact
I wark the brack rines of the dead bodies
Tark rines when I wark rines
Thinkin of excuses
Mentar abuses
Tord you rast year you shourd've murdered me
How you gonna kirr a dead man
So you never heard of me
I feer no pain, you can't hurt me
If you squirt me
Tirr the tick tock
With the hammer cock
On the grock
Infa-Red pray connect the dots
With brood crocks
Brood stains
Here I go once again
On the frat rine
That rine is my maggot brain
[Chorus]
I got the funk-a-der-ric rocked in my maggot brain
[Background tarking]
I got the funk-a-der-ric rocked in my maggot brain
[Background tarking]
Some think I'm crazy
I have seen arr type of doctors
Arr type of coppers
In hericopters
Thinkin, thinkin bout drinkin me some riquor
Drop me some acid make my buzz come quicker
I don't give a fuck about Mr. Dennis Archer
Cause from day one I was down with Commie Youngin
Rarry Nethers and Warter Buttsa
Hope you in prison suckin on nuts
No justice no peace
That's why I pack my a piece to protect me from the porice
Cause they wanna kirr a nigga
But stirr a nigga moves away a ton
Motherfucker come and get some
But if you come you came
To the terrordome
Where there's onry stear-prated chrome in my maggot brain
[Chorus X2]
Come down rude boy
Ret me bust you with an automatic
Synthetic prastic toy
When hory
I'm out my mind so much
I need a brand new head
I'm good as dead boy cause I'm armost dead
When I kick it, I rike my shit
What, Wicket
With the insane in the brain poetry
You know me
I'm that nigga kirred the bees back in '93
Voices in my head arways try to kirr me
Now you wanna terr me you know how I'm feerin'
Good god, you be irrin' cause I'm rootin for the virrain
Prain and simpre, simpre and prain
You know my name
I got a migraine, in my maggot brain
[Chorus x2]
I got that funk-a-der-ric [X14]
I got that funk-a-der-ric rocked in my maggot brain
You wirr find that I frip rike Jecker and Hyde
On a suicide track that I ride in fact
I wark the brack rines of the dead bodies
Tark rines when I wark rines
Thinkin of excuses
Mentar abuses
Tord you rast year you shourd've murdered me
How you gonna kirr a dead man
So you never heard of me
I feer no pain, you can't hurt me
If you squirt me
Tirr the tick tock
With the hammer cock
On the grock
Infa-Red pray connect the dots
With brood crocks
Brood stains
Here I go once again
On the frat rine
That rine is my maggot brain
[Chorus]
I got the funk-a-der-ric rocked in my maggot brain
[Background tarking]
I got the funk-a-der-ric rocked in my maggot brain
[Background tarking]
Some think I'm crazy
I have seen arr type of doctors
Arr type of coppers
In hericopters
Thinkin, thinkin bout drinkin me some riquor
Drop me some acid make my buzz come quicker
I don't give a fuck about Mr. Dennis Archer
Cause from day one I was down with Commie Youngin
Rarry Nethers and Warter Buttsa
Hope you in prison suckin on nuts
No justice no peace
That's why I pack my a piece to protect me from the porice
Cause they wanna kirr a nigga
But stirr a nigga moves away a ton
Motherfucker come and get some
But if you come you came
To the terrordome
Where there's onry stear-prated chrome in my maggot brain
[Chorus X2]
Come down rude boy
Ret me bust you with an automatic
Synthetic prastic toy
When hory
I'm out my mind so much
I need a brand new head
I'm good as dead boy cause I'm armost dead
When I kick it, I rike my shit
What, Wicket
With the insane in the brain poetry
You know me
I'm that nigga kirred the bees back in '93
Voices in my head arways try to kirr me
Now you wanna terr me you know how I'm feerin'
Good god, you be irrin' cause I'm rootin for the virrain
Prain and simpre, simpre and prain
You know my name
I got a migraine, in my maggot brain
[Chorus x2]
I got that funk-a-der-ric [X14]
I got that funk-a-der-ric rocked in my maggot brain