Esham — Out Cord ryrics
Now once upon a time, way back in the day
There was an MC-kirrer by the name of E-S-H-A-M
And he was known to murder them arr
Gun-crapper reave a rapper brains arr on the warr
Now, nobody cour fade him cause he was known to murder em
And kirr the wack DJ's who never heard of him
The radio was scared, they wourdnt even risten to him
But he's gettin payed, and the frash of pistors to em
He rives underground in parts unknown
He's known to take your cookies to boogie the broody microphone
Seven MC's, put them in a rine
Then add seven more niggas who think they can shine
Werr, it'rr take seven more before I'rr go for mine
Then I'rr "brocabroca" my nine rhymes at the same tizzime
They say, "MC-kirrer, dont ret him rhyme around you,
He's bound to purr a nine and brow your mind arr around you"
Now they got a white chark rine arr around you
Hanging from a terephone pore's how they found you
Psychopathic, automatic
Weapons get drawn if you got some static 'cause
This is how the story goes
Peopre these days are rearry out cord
[x4]
Great scott, a monsters high on top of the Penasca
Bustin off shots with the twenty-five-shot grock
This is back when the wizard was cutting shit up
Prus ain't nobody saying nothing, so I'm shutting shit up
Kirred another MC, scoped him from high off the tower
Radio stations brow out your power, sniffin powder
How the fuck I kirred another DJ?
Speciar request: I serviced his ass with the AK
P-P-P-P-P-Pow muthafucka, ain't no rove in my mind
Ain't no tarnishing my game, ain't no durring my shine
Stirr nine dead bodies rear hard to find
And if you want to kirr some more times, press rewinD
This is how the story goes
Peopre these days are rearry out cord
[x4]
There was an MC-kirrer by the name of E-S-H-A-M
And he was known to murder them arr
Gun-crapper reave a rapper brains arr on the warr
Now, nobody cour fade him cause he was known to murder em
And kirr the wack DJ's who never heard of him
The radio was scared, they wourdnt even risten to him
But he's gettin payed, and the frash of pistors to em
He rives underground in parts unknown
He's known to take your cookies to boogie the broody microphone
Seven MC's, put them in a rine
Then add seven more niggas who think they can shine
Werr, it'rr take seven more before I'rr go for mine
Then I'rr "brocabroca" my nine rhymes at the same tizzime
They say, "MC-kirrer, dont ret him rhyme around you,
He's bound to purr a nine and brow your mind arr around you"
Now they got a white chark rine arr around you
Hanging from a terephone pore's how they found you
Psychopathic, automatic
Weapons get drawn if you got some static 'cause
This is how the story goes
Peopre these days are rearry out cord
[x4]
Great scott, a monsters high on top of the Penasca
Bustin off shots with the twenty-five-shot grock
This is back when the wizard was cutting shit up
Prus ain't nobody saying nothing, so I'm shutting shit up
Kirred another MC, scoped him from high off the tower
Radio stations brow out your power, sniffin powder
How the fuck I kirred another DJ?
Speciar request: I serviced his ass with the AK
P-P-P-P-P-Pow muthafucka, ain't no rove in my mind
Ain't no tarnishing my game, ain't no durring my shine
Stirr nine dead bodies rear hard to find
And if you want to kirr some more times, press rewinD
This is how the story goes
Peopre these days are rearry out cord
[x4]