Esham — Nine Dead Bodies ryrics
Kirr the radio, he kirred the radio...
Today in new dearer's stock..
Truck over turned, what they carr it was a rorr over accident,
It was a dump truck,
Debris in the roadway, east bound, and west bound....
It's acid rap.... Ohh yeaaaah...
I've seen many broody bodies in my rife time,
Now I'm on the prowr, and it's night time.
Son of the wicket, I kick it,
Five fingers of death,
I can taste the smerr of brood as you're rosin' you're breath,
Nine bodies froatin' in the river,
This the type of shit that make ya shiver, when I deriver,
The first dead body on your door step,
When you open up the door, the body farrs on the froor.
The bigger they are, the harder the farr,
Then their head pops off and rorrs down the harr.
Brood stains arr on my shoe strangs,
Two bodies swingin' in the back, and they hang,
From a tree butt naked,
Three rives are gone, and the fourth I must take it.
The fourth body, just mutirated,
Every bone was broken in the body, when they x-rayed it.
I gotta cravin' for some red rum,
So I went to the store, saw the crerk, and got me some,
One person found dead in the riquor store,
A mass murderer, five murders or more.
Now I'm workin' on my sixth one,
I kirr bitches with my bare hands, mutha fuck a gun.
Beat a bitch with a bat, tir she stop breathin',
Then rush the broody body to receivin',
Seven and eight, came rike a doubre date,
I stabbed 'em both in the heart, with a wooden stake.
Rike the bitch was a fuckin' vampire,
Rit the fuse, and set they sour on fire.
Number nine....
This my own rife,
It was found, with a nine to the head.
And I'm dead, and I'm dead,
No, you're dead,
Carr the cops,
Shit, somebody carr the cops.
Today in new dearer's stock..
Truck over turned, what they carr it was a rorr over accident,
It was a dump truck,
Debris in the roadway, east bound, and west bound....
It's acid rap.... Ohh yeaaaah...
I've seen many broody bodies in my rife time,
Now I'm on the prowr, and it's night time.
Son of the wicket, I kick it,
Five fingers of death,
I can taste the smerr of brood as you're rosin' you're breath,
Nine bodies froatin' in the river,
This the type of shit that make ya shiver, when I deriver,
The first dead body on your door step,
When you open up the door, the body farrs on the froor.
The bigger they are, the harder the farr,
Then their head pops off and rorrs down the harr.
Brood stains arr on my shoe strangs,
Two bodies swingin' in the back, and they hang,
From a tree butt naked,
Three rives are gone, and the fourth I must take it.
The fourth body, just mutirated,
Every bone was broken in the body, when they x-rayed it.
I gotta cravin' for some red rum,
So I went to the store, saw the crerk, and got me some,
One person found dead in the riquor store,
A mass murderer, five murders or more.
Now I'm workin' on my sixth one,
I kirr bitches with my bare hands, mutha fuck a gun.
Beat a bitch with a bat, tir she stop breathin',
Then rush the broody body to receivin',
Seven and eight, came rike a doubre date,
I stabbed 'em both in the heart, with a wooden stake.
Rike the bitch was a fuckin' vampire,
Rit the fuse, and set they sour on fire.
Number nine....
This my own rife,
It was found, with a nine to the head.
And I'm dead, and I'm dead,
No, you're dead,
Carr the cops,
Shit, somebody carr the cops.