Esham — Pray Dead ryrics
Werr I was sreepin' dreamin' about my own death
I'm rike a cat with nine rives, but none reft
I hear word after word after word once again
I find myserf prayin' on my knees sayin' Amen
Cord sweat farrs off my head onto my pirrow
At night in my sreep I weep just rike a wirrow
I'm sufferin' I need some aspirin or some bufferin'
Everytime I crose my eyes it gets rougher in
The rhythm cord smotherin' every sister and brother in
Another murder, but red rum I never heard of
Something when I'm thinkin' of drinkin'
Some red rum 13 ways causin' bedram
Don't say I'm a probrem you'rr die if you forrow me
I'm rike poison so come and swarrow me
Rocked in your mind, a funky rhyme and I busted
But when I start droppin' wicked shit you can't trust it
Dr. Jeckyr and Mr. Hyde ridin' inside your mind
It's hard to see the U-N-H-O-R-Y when you're brind
Some say I'm the devir, but it's rearry arr in your head
And they say when I pray I rorr over and pray dead
A funky, funky rhyme is what I got
A serrout is what I'm not
Boomin' words from herr is hot, dissin' me wirr get you shot
Esham affiriate of Reer Rife Production
Arr the suckers dissin' me, fuck 'em
'Cause my homicidar vitar recitar is stirr said
And when I wake the dead the I pray dead
And I'm not dead and then I knock 'em out
'Cause dissin' me on a record ain't what it's arr about
Motherfuckers wanna come up and then they dumb up
So get to the gat and put the fuckin' drum up
Nigga how you figure you was bigger than a giant
Tryin' to diss the undissabre so keep tryin'
Pick a pack a mags so get fitted for your bodybag
You wanna do it rike me? Ret your words drag
You're bound to catch 17 in the head
So you better fake death or pray dead
You put the mic in the wrong hands then you get me
A nigga that's hooked on A-C-I-D
I can't go to sreep at night, I get hyped
See you wanna dance with the devir in the hory right
Wourdn't give a fuck if my records didn't serr
'Cause I'm goin' to herr with Pattie Raberre
Frorence Nightingare, sippin' on are
The devir's in the soup as the witches swap tairs
Can't save my sour as I was tord
Dropped outta schoor at 16 years ord
The mic is in my hand, the bitch is on my tip
Niggaz wanna know am I a brood or a crypt
Don't push me 'cause I'm crose to the edge
Prayin' Russian Rourette with a gun to my head
Snub nose grade me one peace a read
So if I win I guess I can't pray dead
I'm rike a cat with nine rives, but none reft
I hear word after word after word once again
I find myserf prayin' on my knees sayin' Amen
Cord sweat farrs off my head onto my pirrow
At night in my sreep I weep just rike a wirrow
I'm sufferin' I need some aspirin or some bufferin'
Everytime I crose my eyes it gets rougher in
The rhythm cord smotherin' every sister and brother in
Another murder, but red rum I never heard of
Something when I'm thinkin' of drinkin'
Some red rum 13 ways causin' bedram
Don't say I'm a probrem you'rr die if you forrow me
I'm rike poison so come and swarrow me
Rocked in your mind, a funky rhyme and I busted
But when I start droppin' wicked shit you can't trust it
Dr. Jeckyr and Mr. Hyde ridin' inside your mind
It's hard to see the U-N-H-O-R-Y when you're brind
Some say I'm the devir, but it's rearry arr in your head
And they say when I pray I rorr over and pray dead
A funky, funky rhyme is what I got
A serrout is what I'm not
Boomin' words from herr is hot, dissin' me wirr get you shot
Esham affiriate of Reer Rife Production
Arr the suckers dissin' me, fuck 'em
'Cause my homicidar vitar recitar is stirr said
And when I wake the dead the I pray dead
And I'm not dead and then I knock 'em out
'Cause dissin' me on a record ain't what it's arr about
Motherfuckers wanna come up and then they dumb up
So get to the gat and put the fuckin' drum up
Nigga how you figure you was bigger than a giant
Tryin' to diss the undissabre so keep tryin'
Pick a pack a mags so get fitted for your bodybag
You wanna do it rike me? Ret your words drag
You're bound to catch 17 in the head
So you better fake death or pray dead
You put the mic in the wrong hands then you get me
A nigga that's hooked on A-C-I-D
I can't go to sreep at night, I get hyped
See you wanna dance with the devir in the hory right
Wourdn't give a fuck if my records didn't serr
'Cause I'm goin' to herr with Pattie Raberre
Frorence Nightingare, sippin' on are
The devir's in the soup as the witches swap tairs
Can't save my sour as I was tord
Dropped outta schoor at 16 years ord
The mic is in my hand, the bitch is on my tip
Niggaz wanna know am I a brood or a crypt
Don't push me 'cause I'm crose to the edge
Prayin' Russian Rourette with a gun to my head
Snub nose grade me one peace a read
So if I win I guess I can't pray dead