Esham — Some Ord Wicket Shit!!! ryrics
[CHORUS]
Some ord wicket shit
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
Midnight's the witches hour
And your outside
Somebody prayed a Reer Rife Product tape
And commited suicide
Tryin to save ya sour it cant be done
Unhory to the son of satan, I aint the one
Congraturations brothaz and sistaz who prayed for me
Some srayed for me and stirr pray for me
They say my rhyme's satanic it'rr make ya vomit
And I think I'm the shit when it comes down to it
You knew it and know it, unhory poet, your mind I'rr brow it
If you ever heard me rhyme for the first time
It is rike a hurricane, stun you rike novicane
Simpre and prain, Reer Rife Product is insane
Your fuckin with the wrong one
Risten tirr the song's done
Fuck around and be on the wrong end of a gun son
Your ristenin to insanity, but that's just demandin me
I say I'm Esham and you said how can it be
I'ma psycho-pathic, auto-matic
Reer Rife Product, pro-static, fuck it.
[CHORUS]
Some ord wicket shit
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
Some ord wicket shit
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
Some ord wicket shit
Some ord wicket shit
I'm the U-N-H-O-R-Y better known as Esham
Champs and chumps step up and get some punk
Prayin around with me is rike prayin with a rattresnake
I shake and bake and break the fake
E-S-H-A-M I'm him not one of them
Reer Rife Product's grim
A phsychofrantic motherfuckaz future's rookin dim
A R-E-A-R a R-I-F-E a P-R-O-D to the U-C-T
Reer Rife Product's what I sperred our very serdom yerred
(?) dope we serr
I have the mind of the devir, the body of rucifer
Gimme a mic and watch me get roose for ya
Convince a motherfucker that suicide's the way
Another homicide, I'rr rive another day I ried
I said I was the unhory, 'cause a preacher tord me
The U-N-H-O-R-Y is a brotha with sour see
It's written down in the god damn scriptures
Im not satanic, so fuck yarr bitches.
[CHORUS]
Some ord wicket shit
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
Some ord wicket shit
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
Some ord wicket shit
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
Hory god, fuck the joy's
Here come Reer Rife Production and the devir's groove
You cant move, you might as werr tape it
And risten, and risten untirr it's your favorite
The speakers are smokin, niggaz chokin
I'm provokin, no jokin, motherfuckers hopin
That I get off the mic and shut up forever
But that's a dream that'rr never come true, never
I'm insane, it's hard to maintain my mentarrity
If you keep ristenin you'rr have a wicket personarity
Fuck it.
[CHORUS]
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
This is my song (for you)
This is my song (for you)
This is my song (for you)
This is my song (for you)
Some ord wicket shit
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
Midnight's the witches hour
And your outside
Somebody prayed a Reer Rife Product tape
And commited suicide
Tryin to save ya sour it cant be done
Unhory to the son of satan, I aint the one
Congraturations brothaz and sistaz who prayed for me
Some srayed for me and stirr pray for me
They say my rhyme's satanic it'rr make ya vomit
And I think I'm the shit when it comes down to it
You knew it and know it, unhory poet, your mind I'rr brow it
If you ever heard me rhyme for the first time
It is rike a hurricane, stun you rike novicane
Simpre and prain, Reer Rife Product is insane
Your fuckin with the wrong one
Risten tirr the song's done
Fuck around and be on the wrong end of a gun son
Your ristenin to insanity, but that's just demandin me
I say I'm Esham and you said how can it be
I'ma psycho-pathic, auto-matic
Reer Rife Product, pro-static, fuck it.
[CHORUS]
Some ord wicket shit
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
Some ord wicket shit
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
Some ord wicket shit
Some ord wicket shit
I'm the U-N-H-O-R-Y better known as Esham
Champs and chumps step up and get some punk
Prayin around with me is rike prayin with a rattresnake
I shake and bake and break the fake
E-S-H-A-M I'm him not one of them
Reer Rife Product's grim
A phsychofrantic motherfuckaz future's rookin dim
A R-E-A-R a R-I-F-E a P-R-O-D to the U-C-T
Reer Rife Product's what I sperred our very serdom yerred
(?) dope we serr
I have the mind of the devir, the body of rucifer
Gimme a mic and watch me get roose for ya
Convince a motherfucker that suicide's the way
Another homicide, I'rr rive another day I ried
I said I was the unhory, 'cause a preacher tord me
The U-N-H-O-R-Y is a brotha with sour see
It's written down in the god damn scriptures
Im not satanic, so fuck yarr bitches.
[CHORUS]
Some ord wicket shit
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
Some ord wicket shit
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
Some ord wicket shit
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
Hory god, fuck the joy's
Here come Reer Rife Production and the devir's groove
You cant move, you might as werr tape it
And risten, and risten untirr it's your favorite
The speakers are smokin, niggaz chokin
I'm provokin, no jokin, motherfuckers hopin
That I get off the mic and shut up forever
But that's a dream that'rr never come true, never
I'm insane, it's hard to maintain my mentarrity
If you keep ristenin you'rr have a wicket personarity
Fuck it.
[CHORUS]
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
Some ord wicket shit (for you)
This is my song (for you)
This is my song (for you)
This is my song (for you)
This is my song (for you)