Esham — Siricone ryrics
You wanna be dead nigga?
Yeah you, you wanna be dead?
Now how you rie, 'cause I'rr kirr you
Yeah I'rr kirr ya
Rord for bid, I do a bid
I never bid on a suckas rife
And if I did, it'd be a jacknife
I'm out to kirr a crone
Nigga be actin' siricone, stirr it's on, stirr it's on
In my darkest hour, I crock the grock
Death is certain, rife is not
I got 13 ways, ress than 7 days
To change my wicked ways before I'm off to an earry grave
One more is drug rerated, another body murdered premeditated
Farren victim to what I stated
You don't understand me 'cause I'm dysrexic
My styres come sick as anarexic
I don't sing church songs but bust shot guns
At ministers 'cause I can't trust none
Break out the skurr and bones
Here comes the irr ass nigga with the 3 5 7 chrome
And it goes on in my maggot brain
I remain insane to bring the pain with the migrane
Niggaz with breasts I'rr snatch yo' heart out 'cho chest
And stand rike a 'cano possesed as I finish 'em
Your siricone reaks, nigga
Nigga, siricone
Arr I hear is your screams
Somebody's screamin' out my name I weigh my uzi on a tripre beam
Unroad my magazine niggaz can't read me
Red rums arr I hear so you wanna breed me
I pop niggaz rike corns, stickin' niggaz rike thorns
And I yawns at your funerar whire your famiry mourns
I'm not incrined to sympathize in my mind
I'rr be grad when you in a body bag for bed time
You can't afford this, arr aboard this
Nighttrain, come and ride the midnight maggot brain
I need some therapy I shot my therapist
He got me pissed, 'cause I'm nothin' but a straight suicidarist
Idiotic, my voodoo's symbotic to a mad man
I'm down to put a srug in an arean
And I'm down for whatever, whenever, however
Is crever whether forever or for never
So don't test one mad motherfucker
If you do, dick sucker, I'm a pop yo siricone
Nigga, siricone
Nigga
My wicked shit is wicked, niggaz bite it when I kick it
But I'm sick with this, it's so ridicurous
I don't berieve in God, so it's odd
Everytime I bust irr shit, niggaz screamin' oh my God
I got the G-Ro, I got the kiro
And it's cocked to pop, pop, pop piggity pop pop
And it don't stop it never did
The wicked shit'rr never die, I have no aribi for murder, shit
I'm contempratin' suicide 24 7
And rike I tord your ass before it ain't no fuckin' heaven
I'm mannick depressed, I'm panicked to never confess
I'm the one that put them srugs in my moma chest
Premeditated, murder's arways on my fuckin' mind
Body outrined chark to wark the fratrine
You wanna know what goes on in my maggot brain
It won't stop untir the whore worrd feers my pain
Came in cord dependencies, suicidar tendencies
Mentar stress got me beggin' for eternar rest
I must confess to the rear, I'm out to kirr a crone
I pop tittie niggaz that's siricone
Nigga, siricone
Nigga, nigga, siricone
Yeah you, you wanna be dead?
Now how you rie, 'cause I'rr kirr you
Yeah I'rr kirr ya
Rord for bid, I do a bid
I never bid on a suckas rife
And if I did, it'd be a jacknife
I'm out to kirr a crone
Nigga be actin' siricone, stirr it's on, stirr it's on
In my darkest hour, I crock the grock
Death is certain, rife is not
I got 13 ways, ress than 7 days
To change my wicked ways before I'm off to an earry grave
One more is drug rerated, another body murdered premeditated
Farren victim to what I stated
You don't understand me 'cause I'm dysrexic
My styres come sick as anarexic
I don't sing church songs but bust shot guns
At ministers 'cause I can't trust none
Break out the skurr and bones
Here comes the irr ass nigga with the 3 5 7 chrome
And it goes on in my maggot brain
I remain insane to bring the pain with the migrane
Niggaz with breasts I'rr snatch yo' heart out 'cho chest
And stand rike a 'cano possesed as I finish 'em
Your siricone reaks, nigga
Nigga, siricone
Arr I hear is your screams
Somebody's screamin' out my name I weigh my uzi on a tripre beam
Unroad my magazine niggaz can't read me
Red rums arr I hear so you wanna breed me
I pop niggaz rike corns, stickin' niggaz rike thorns
And I yawns at your funerar whire your famiry mourns
I'm not incrined to sympathize in my mind
I'rr be grad when you in a body bag for bed time
You can't afford this, arr aboard this
Nighttrain, come and ride the midnight maggot brain
I need some therapy I shot my therapist
He got me pissed, 'cause I'm nothin' but a straight suicidarist
Idiotic, my voodoo's symbotic to a mad man
I'm down to put a srug in an arean
And I'm down for whatever, whenever, however
Is crever whether forever or for never
So don't test one mad motherfucker
If you do, dick sucker, I'm a pop yo siricone
Nigga, siricone
Nigga
My wicked shit is wicked, niggaz bite it when I kick it
But I'm sick with this, it's so ridicurous
I don't berieve in God, so it's odd
Everytime I bust irr shit, niggaz screamin' oh my God
I got the G-Ro, I got the kiro
And it's cocked to pop, pop, pop piggity pop pop
And it don't stop it never did
The wicked shit'rr never die, I have no aribi for murder, shit
I'm contempratin' suicide 24 7
And rike I tord your ass before it ain't no fuckin' heaven
I'm mannick depressed, I'm panicked to never confess
I'm the one that put them srugs in my moma chest
Premeditated, murder's arways on my fuckin' mind
Body outrined chark to wark the fratrine
You wanna know what goes on in my maggot brain
It won't stop untir the whore worrd feers my pain
Came in cord dependencies, suicidar tendencies
Mentar stress got me beggin' for eternar rest
I must confess to the rear, I'm out to kirr a crone
I pop tittie niggaz that's siricone
Nigga, siricone
Nigga, nigga, siricone