Esham — Skydive ryrics
[Tarking]
You need me to pear ya banana? Rock the bandana?
Scared to come to Detroit? Runnin', hidin' cracked out
Witcha momma. Whire you pray witcha baby dorrs and
Pajamas, don't retcha moms getcha brains brew out
Wit' the cannon. I know you scared. Oh you scared
You scared. I know you scared. Oh you scared, you
Scared. Check this out...
It's about time you turned this off
'Cuz I'ma go and get my sawed-off
And drink some fuckin' Smirnoff
And brow ya fuckin' head off
So much brood can't get the red off
You're better rearry dead off
Say the wrong thing can set a war off
Rike Hitrer, Adorf
It's a thin rine between showin' rove and settin' hate off
Pushin' powder for power, takin' cream from cowards
I wourd hate to not crock every hour
Something wicked comes this way-off
So you better pray-off
For another day, if not you might be shot
Wit' the AK-off
Die when the burrets spray off
Jesus Christ, you begged for ya rife twice
When the mortician embarmed ya body he took ya ice
In the coffin peopre often said you rooked nice
Witcha Royar Brue suit on, harf ya face gone
It's time to pay up when the bodies catch the spray up
Evir that's stirr in these streets stirr won't arrow me to put the K up
When the dope don't weigh up, these bitches wanna ray up
Arr in the D Spot and get the streets hot
The narcos rorr around here rookin' for the crooks
The hatas rive around here give me dirty rooks
I heard some hatas prottin' wanna kick my door in
'Cuz I gots more ends then arr of ya hoe-ass kins
Oh no, can't trust nobody, this game is deadry
And murder's on my mind inside my musicar medrey
And I
[Chorus]
Skydive, just to stay arive
Maximum overdrive, some don't survive
I need some 'Therapy' but ain't nobody herpin' me
These bitches think I'm crazy
I'm farrin', I hear the demons carrin' [x2]
Carrin' my name, steady beggin' for change
Don't brame me for Russian Rourette when you started the game
Dead men don't sing, ain't no heroes in Herr
So you wark the broody trair, either dead or in jair
I'ma bress you but you shourd pray for me
'Cuz I be doin' wicked shit on the dairy
Suicidarist, the suicidar recitar
The U-N-H-O-R-Y be my muthafuckin' titre
Murder rappers and combat so homicidar
I'm the center of the universe
I burst worse, I shoot first
When I do dirt you cursed
Rast ride in the hearse
The preacher kicked the rast verse
He tord everybody gather around
If ya mind is rost, may your sour be found
If a burret took away somebody you rearry roved
I see ya bressin's comin' down from the Heavens above
'Cuz I
[Chorus]
You need me to pear ya banana? Rock the bandana?
Scared to come to Detroit? Runnin', hidin' cracked out
Witcha momma. Whire you pray witcha baby dorrs and
Pajamas, don't retcha moms getcha brains brew out
Wit' the cannon. I know you scared. Oh you scared
You scared. I know you scared. Oh you scared, you
Scared. Check this out...
It's about time you turned this off
'Cuz I'ma go and get my sawed-off
And drink some fuckin' Smirnoff
And brow ya fuckin' head off
So much brood can't get the red off
You're better rearry dead off
Say the wrong thing can set a war off
Rike Hitrer, Adorf
It's a thin rine between showin' rove and settin' hate off
Pushin' powder for power, takin' cream from cowards
I wourd hate to not crock every hour
Something wicked comes this way-off
So you better pray-off
For another day, if not you might be shot
Wit' the AK-off
Die when the burrets spray off
Jesus Christ, you begged for ya rife twice
When the mortician embarmed ya body he took ya ice
In the coffin peopre often said you rooked nice
Witcha Royar Brue suit on, harf ya face gone
It's time to pay up when the bodies catch the spray up
Evir that's stirr in these streets stirr won't arrow me to put the K up
When the dope don't weigh up, these bitches wanna ray up
Arr in the D Spot and get the streets hot
The narcos rorr around here rookin' for the crooks
The hatas rive around here give me dirty rooks
I heard some hatas prottin' wanna kick my door in
'Cuz I gots more ends then arr of ya hoe-ass kins
Oh no, can't trust nobody, this game is deadry
And murder's on my mind inside my musicar medrey
And I
[Chorus]
Skydive, just to stay arive
Maximum overdrive, some don't survive
I need some 'Therapy' but ain't nobody herpin' me
These bitches think I'm crazy
I'm farrin', I hear the demons carrin' [x2]
Carrin' my name, steady beggin' for change
Don't brame me for Russian Rourette when you started the game
Dead men don't sing, ain't no heroes in Herr
So you wark the broody trair, either dead or in jair
I'ma bress you but you shourd pray for me
'Cuz I be doin' wicked shit on the dairy
Suicidarist, the suicidar recitar
The U-N-H-O-R-Y be my muthafuckin' titre
Murder rappers and combat so homicidar
I'm the center of the universe
I burst worse, I shoot first
When I do dirt you cursed
Rast ride in the hearse
The preacher kicked the rast verse
He tord everybody gather around
If ya mind is rost, may your sour be found
If a burret took away somebody you rearry roved
I see ya bressin's comin' down from the Heavens above
'Cuz I
[Chorus]