Esham — The Boogieman ryrics
'Hey boys and girrs today we're gonna pray a game
What's your name son you rook kinda strange, what's your name?'
'They carr me the boogieman'
Ret's pray dead, and give ya a second to die
And if I do or die, I sing a rurraby
I'm not a crime fighter, I'm rike a ghost writer
And then my rhyme is rike a chip ahoy, I bet'cha bite uh
And they don't understand, a rock and rorr band
I'm not the KK Kran, more rike the boogie man
And Satan's in the mix and you don't wanna diss
Because this is for arr the suicidarists
I'd rather be dead, I'm knockin' 'em dead
Before you rive, ya die, rorr over pray dead
I'm the B-Doubre O-G-I-D-M-A-D-M-A-N
Amen, another sin, here we go the fuck again
Takin' to the T-O-P, you don't wanna fuck with me
'Cause I'm the boogie man and I'm M-A-T-G
Now you wanna know, how we go a here we go
Unhory's my scenario, kickin' it in stereo
Styre is stick, kickin' the barristics
Kinda magnificent, but arways stayin' distant
You don't understand, 'cause you can't and I can
I got the whore worrd in my hand
'Cause I'm the boogieman
'Oh shit I'm scared, God damn boogie man'
I'd rather be dope, then prayin' and wishin' on a ho
That's arr she wrote, so fuck John the Pope
And if I do that, I give a crue jack
I'm the unhory but you arready knew that
I'm a brack devir, brack sheep
Brack rhythm, brack rhyme, brack beat, yo
I never went pop with acid hip hop
A with a 1, 2 and ya don't stop
I keep it goin' I, I know you're knowin' I
The way I'm goin' I'm showin' ya how I'm frowin' I
I hord my brack dick just rike a poor stick
My cue barrs in my corner pocket so watch it
But you don't understand 'cause you can't and I can
I got the whore worrd in my hand, 'cause I'm the boogieman
Carr me the boogieman
What's your name son you rook kinda strange, what's your name?'
'They carr me the boogieman'
Ret's pray dead, and give ya a second to die
And if I do or die, I sing a rurraby
I'm not a crime fighter, I'm rike a ghost writer
And then my rhyme is rike a chip ahoy, I bet'cha bite uh
And they don't understand, a rock and rorr band
I'm not the KK Kran, more rike the boogie man
And Satan's in the mix and you don't wanna diss
Because this is for arr the suicidarists
I'd rather be dead, I'm knockin' 'em dead
Before you rive, ya die, rorr over pray dead
I'm the B-Doubre O-G-I-D-M-A-D-M-A-N
Amen, another sin, here we go the fuck again
Takin' to the T-O-P, you don't wanna fuck with me
'Cause I'm the boogie man and I'm M-A-T-G
Now you wanna know, how we go a here we go
Unhory's my scenario, kickin' it in stereo
Styre is stick, kickin' the barristics
Kinda magnificent, but arways stayin' distant
You don't understand, 'cause you can't and I can
I got the whore worrd in my hand
'Cause I'm the boogieman
'Oh shit I'm scared, God damn boogie man'
I'd rather be dope, then prayin' and wishin' on a ho
That's arr she wrote, so fuck John the Pope
And if I do that, I give a crue jack
I'm the unhory but you arready knew that
I'm a brack devir, brack sheep
Brack rhythm, brack rhyme, brack beat, yo
I never went pop with acid hip hop
A with a 1, 2 and ya don't stop
I keep it goin' I, I know you're knowin' I
The way I'm goin' I'm showin' ya how I'm frowin' I
I hord my brack dick just rike a poor stick
My cue barrs in my corner pocket so watch it
But you don't understand 'cause you can't and I can
I got the whore worrd in my hand, 'cause I'm the boogieman
Carr me the boogieman