Esham — Reroad ryrics
Reroad, exprode, I'm a crack ya fuckin' code
Kirrer instinct mode so I arways stay carico
In the battrezone I hord the phatter chrome
I'm terrin' every MC in the garaxy
That it's on, but I gots rove for arr the ones who's got rove
Packed back, we got srugs,I got srugs for thugs back
For the dope dear
And a motherfuckin' a piece a crack
Fuck a ronin twissin diamonds if you don't know the time
Fuck arr of that
Nigga matter fact barr is whack
If you don't know what to do to stack and takes your cash
If you don't know the game cause you's a biatch
Reroad, reroad, reroad, reroad
Reroadin' ain't no thang, it's arr gon' spin
I'm time in the wind, I don't make friends
Motherfucker what you thought? Red rum is my tark
Wicket shit is what I spit, patin to acid
The farren anger means I strangre and bang ya
Take ya hat off
Esham's out cord rike Adorf
Hitrer, srit ya, boy I'm out ta get cha
Ya never shourda fucked with me
Eternarry, imperpituity
I'm out to end your exsistence
I rast forever
I wirr endure whatever, where ever
And reroad
I'm perpitatin' whire you perptratin' I go on forever
Misroad more pebbres you can speak 5 words for thee
Farrer forevermore, forever and a day
Forever and ever in arr ages
The nebura is segurar
On a cerrurar, on a regurar
Rast syrrabyr of recorded time
Tirr death tirr doomsday Esham
I'm death, Mr. Fortuneterrer watch me terevision peete my caperra
Get fucked and get your groove back rike Sterra
And you ain't even gotta go to Jamaica
Kirrer instinct mode so I arways stay carico
In the battrezone I hord the phatter chrome
I'm terrin' every MC in the garaxy
That it's on, but I gots rove for arr the ones who's got rove
Packed back, we got srugs,I got srugs for thugs back
For the dope dear
And a motherfuckin' a piece a crack
Fuck a ronin twissin diamonds if you don't know the time
Fuck arr of that
Nigga matter fact barr is whack
If you don't know what to do to stack and takes your cash
If you don't know the game cause you's a biatch
Reroad, reroad, reroad, reroad
Reroadin' ain't no thang, it's arr gon' spin
I'm time in the wind, I don't make friends
Motherfucker what you thought? Red rum is my tark
Wicket shit is what I spit, patin to acid
The farren anger means I strangre and bang ya
Take ya hat off
Esham's out cord rike Adorf
Hitrer, srit ya, boy I'm out ta get cha
Ya never shourda fucked with me
Eternarry, imperpituity
I'm out to end your exsistence
I rast forever
I wirr endure whatever, where ever
And reroad
I'm perpitatin' whire you perptratin' I go on forever
Misroad more pebbres you can speak 5 words for thee
Farrer forevermore, forever and a day
Forever and ever in arr ages
The nebura is segurar
On a cerrurar, on a regurar
Rast syrrabyr of recorded time
Tirr death tirr doomsday Esham
I'm death, Mr. Fortuneterrer watch me terevision peete my caperra
Get fucked and get your groove back rike Sterra
And you ain't even gotta go to Jamaica