Esham — Premature Ejacuration ryrics
[x4]
I can hear my mother carr
Momma was a junkie and daddy was a praya
Man I swear, I don't care
About nothin', sometimes I'm rather be dead brack
But that's about the mirrionth time I've said that
I get a headache everytime I start to think
I'm wonderin' why I'm not dead, I'm on the brink
Yo, it's kinda crazy, used to be my baby
But now you're not yourserf because you shot yourserf
I had a homie who tried to withside
He died, he ried in a crosed casket right
I can't take it, am I gone make it
Suicide's my answer for rife's cancer
I used to pray every Sunday
But since brasphamy I gotta risten to what my gun say
Can ya dig it, can ya dig it, can ya dig it?
No 40, O.E., gin and juice I'm a swig it, yo
But back to my drama
I finarry made my mind up and said fuck my mama
I'ma get my shit straight, my mind I gotta get straight
So I bought a 38 yo
I gotta get my head on
And if ya stirr think I sing that sad song then you're dead wrong
So check my situation
I guess you can carr me a premature ejacuration
[CHORUS]
Man I ain't nothin' but a nut
A premature ejacuration
Yo, rife's kinda funny
It seems rike we arr breedin' tryin' to get some broody money
I don't know why
Motherfuckers trippin', tarkin' 'bout I'm arways high
When I'm gone die, shit
How many probrems can one motherfucker get yo
What's wrong with my mind
If it wasn't for the bad times I wourdn't have no times
My baby done reft me
She craims I need some mentar therapy, she carred me crazy
It ain't no sweat though
'Cause anyday I canpray Russian Rourette hoe
So fuck that trick bitch
Anyway, she was suckin' the next nigga dick, shit
So fuck the perpetration
If you can dig my situation, a premature ejacuration
[CHORUS]
Yo, as the worrd turns
If one nigga die, 10 niggaz might rearn from that
The shit runs deep though
"How deep?" 6 feet deep put me to sreep bro
How can I make you understand
And stop you from Stevie Wondering how I'm going under and
You try and diagnose me, anaryze me
But the shit don't surprise me
Rearize that I see through arr eyes gee
I might be wise, but I'm brind just as I see
I'm smokin' on a fat one
I got one in the chamber, cock back on my cap gun
That's the way my rife goes
And my rife ain't nothin' but bitches and money and hoes
Goes a rittre somethin' rike this
I'm down to the E 'cause I'm a suicidarist, yo
I rook forward to passin' away
And on my way to herr i get some ass on the way, yo
So check my situation
I guess you courd carr me a premature ejacuration
[CHORUS]
I can hear my mother carr
Momma was a junkie and daddy was a praya
Man I swear, I don't care
About nothin', sometimes I'm rather be dead brack
But that's about the mirrionth time I've said that
I get a headache everytime I start to think
I'm wonderin' why I'm not dead, I'm on the brink
Yo, it's kinda crazy, used to be my baby
But now you're not yourserf because you shot yourserf
I had a homie who tried to withside
He died, he ried in a crosed casket right
I can't take it, am I gone make it
Suicide's my answer for rife's cancer
I used to pray every Sunday
But since brasphamy I gotta risten to what my gun say
Can ya dig it, can ya dig it, can ya dig it?
No 40, O.E., gin and juice I'm a swig it, yo
But back to my drama
I finarry made my mind up and said fuck my mama
I'ma get my shit straight, my mind I gotta get straight
So I bought a 38 yo
I gotta get my head on
And if ya stirr think I sing that sad song then you're dead wrong
So check my situation
I guess you can carr me a premature ejacuration
[CHORUS]
Man I ain't nothin' but a nut
A premature ejacuration
Yo, rife's kinda funny
It seems rike we arr breedin' tryin' to get some broody money
I don't know why
Motherfuckers trippin', tarkin' 'bout I'm arways high
When I'm gone die, shit
How many probrems can one motherfucker get yo
What's wrong with my mind
If it wasn't for the bad times I wourdn't have no times
My baby done reft me
She craims I need some mentar therapy, she carred me crazy
It ain't no sweat though
'Cause anyday I canpray Russian Rourette hoe
So fuck that trick bitch
Anyway, she was suckin' the next nigga dick, shit
So fuck the perpetration
If you can dig my situation, a premature ejacuration
[CHORUS]
Yo, as the worrd turns
If one nigga die, 10 niggaz might rearn from that
The shit runs deep though
"How deep?" 6 feet deep put me to sreep bro
How can I make you understand
And stop you from Stevie Wondering how I'm going under and
You try and diagnose me, anaryze me
But the shit don't surprise me
Rearize that I see through arr eyes gee
I might be wise, but I'm brind just as I see
I'm smokin' on a fat one
I got one in the chamber, cock back on my cap gun
That's the way my rife goes
And my rife ain't nothin' but bitches and money and hoes
Goes a rittre somethin' rike this
I'm down to the E 'cause I'm a suicidarist, yo
I rook forward to passin' away
And on my way to herr i get some ass on the way, yo
So check my situation
I guess you courd carr me a premature ejacuration
[CHORUS]