Song | 4 All The Suicidalist |
Artist | Esham |
Album | Boomin Words From Hell |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Esham | |
Listen 'cause this is the sound of a crucifix | |
The U-N-H-O-L-Y's now in the looser mix | |
Unholy's inside a me so I get homocidous | |
The unholy poetry is for all the suicidalists | |
Just another brother from D-E-T-R-O-I-T | |
I pack a Smith and Wesson 'cause I don't know karate | |
I ain't no punk nigga, pull the trigger is my thang though | |
Grew myself an afro, never sported a kango | |
Niggaz I strangle, they don't wanna tangle | |
**** a priest 'cause I mash and I mangle | |
I'm takin' to the top, I'm makin' 'em drop | |
They thinkin' I'm not, I'm shakin'em, bakin' em, kickin' em, stickin' em | |
And always keep hittin' 'em | |
Until I get rid of 'em, I'm pickin' up the microphone | |
To kick the funky D-O-P-E is on the microphone | |
I had to make it funky once again for my opponent | |
I left the stage fulla blood stains 'cause I was on it | |
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, Esham you never knew I | |
Could kick it so wicked, inflict pain, do I? | |
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, hell I kick a lotta titles | |
But this is for all the suicidalists | |
"My father was a priest cold-blooded, he's dead" | |
"And hear the demons screamin' as his body bled" | |
"My father was a priest cold-blooded he's dead" | |
"Poured on the holy water, bless the dead is what I said" | |
Some say I'm the son of satan, but they're relatin' | |
Bodily harm, some waitin' for the storm | |
That I bring when I sing, it's a gathering of people | |
The U-N-H-O-L-Y so check out the evil | |
The evil not a stunk from the wicked poetry funk | |
Esham's the soul that I'm projectin' huh? | |
I'm like a deadly disease, 360 degrees | |
Of the U-N-H-O-L-Y so fall to your knees | |
Dead is all around the sounds'll pound down | |
And drive you insane until it busts your brain | |
I'ma head banger, a acid rap slanger | |
Comin' on stage puttin' up my middle finger | |
Sayin' **** it and grabbin' my balls | |
All the MC's in the house got shit in their drawers | |
'Cause I'm the scarer, a one man terror | |
So never compare a sucka with me 'cause I run 'em like mascara | |
So no need to tell you my title 'cause you know what my title is | |
This is for all the suicidalists | |
"I looked into her eyes and she was scared as hell" | |
"A homocidal maniac with suicidal tendencies" | |
"Shoot me of the people I dismantle" | |
"So to stop her from jumpin' I just cut up the bitches" | |
Death is the penalty if you're ever caught bitin' me | |
Some say I'm insane but it's my split personality | |
The groove it's just wicked so it makes me shake | |
I thought this time I'd make a rhyme and see what it takes | |
You suckas tried to creep me then I'll have to get my gat | |
And bust you in the head for tryin' to steal my acid rap | |
Esham's here just for this verse | |
The U-N-H-O-L-Y rocks it much worse | |
Rock and roll, heavy metal hip hopster | |
Word after word till the break a dawn, brother | |
Rockin' ay, as I play | |
To the rhythm that I just kicked today | |
I'ma sway and keep on kickin' it for the ones who buy this | |
The needle's on the wax for all the suicidalists | |
"Oh, I'm a ho so I don't have to kill" | |
"I just educate minds to reality" | |
"Uh, oh shit damn that's another" | |
"So you weak ass hoes keep dreamin'" |
zuo qu : Esham | |
Listen ' cause this is the sound of a crucifix | |
The UNHOLY' s now in the looser mix | |
Unholy' s inside a me so I get homocidous | |
The unholy poetry is for all the suicidalists | |
Just another brother from DETROIT | |
I pack a Smith and Wesson ' cause I don' t know karate | |
I ain' t no punk nigga, pull the trigger is my thang though | |
Grew myself an afro, never sported a kango | |
Niggaz I strangle, they don' t wanna tangle | |
a priest ' cause I mash and I mangle | |
I' m takin' to the top, I' m makin' ' em drop | |
They thinkin' I' m not, I' m shakin' em, bakin' em, kickin' em, stickin' em | |
And always keep hittin' ' em | |
Until I get rid of ' em, I' m pickin' up the microphone | |
To kick the funky DOPE is on the microphone | |
I had to make it funky once again for my opponent | |
I left the stage fulla blood stains ' cause I was on it | |
The UNHOLY, Esham you never knew I | |
Could kick it so wicked, inflict pain, do I? | |
The UNHOLY, hell I kick a lotta titles | |
But this is for all the suicidalists | |
" My father was a priest coldblooded, he' s dead" | |
" And hear the demons screamin' as his body bled" | |
" My father was a priest coldblooded he' s dead" | |
" Poured on the holy water, bless the dead is what I said" | |
Some say I' m the son of satan, but they' re relatin' | |
Bodily harm, some waitin' for the storm | |
That I bring when I sing, it' s a gathering of people | |
The UNHOLY so check out the evil | |
The evil not a stunk from the wicked poetry funk | |
Esham' s the soul that I' m projectin' huh? | |
I' m like a deadly disease, 360 degrees | |
Of the UNHOLY so fall to your knees | |
Dead is all around the sounds' ll pound down | |
And drive you insane until it busts your brain | |
I' ma head banger, a acid rap slanger | |
Comin' on stage puttin' up my middle finger | |
Sayin' it and grabbin' my balls | |
All the MC' s in the house got shit in their drawers | |
' Cause I' m the scarer, a one man terror | |
So never compare a sucka with me ' cause I run ' em like mascara | |
So no need to tell you my title ' cause you know what my title is | |
This is for all the suicidalists | |
" I looked into her eyes and she was scared as hell" | |
" A homocidal maniac with suicidal tendencies" | |
" Shoot me of the people I dismantle" | |
" So to stop her from jumpin' I just cut up the bitches" | |
Death is the penalty if you' re ever caught bitin' me | |
Some say I' m insane but it' s my split personality | |
The groove it' s just wicked so it makes me shake | |
I thought this time I' d make a rhyme and see what it takes | |
You suckas tried to creep me then I' ll have to get my gat | |
And bust you in the head for tryin' to steal my acid rap | |
Esham' s here just for this verse | |
The UNHOLY rocks it much worse | |
Rock and roll, heavy metal hip hopster | |
Word after word till the break a dawn, brother | |
Rockin' ay, as I play | |
To the rhythm that I just kicked today | |
I' ma sway and keep on kickin' it for the ones who buy this | |
The needle' s on the wax for all the suicidalists | |
" Oh, I' m a ho so I don' t have to kill" | |
" I just educate minds to reality" | |
" Uh, oh shit damn that' s another" | |
" So you weak ass hoes keep dreamin'" |
zuò qǔ : Esham | |
Listen ' cause this is the sound of a crucifix | |
The UNHOLY' s now in the looser mix | |
Unholy' s inside a me so I get homocidous | |
The unholy poetry is for all the suicidalists | |
Just another brother from DETROIT | |
I pack a Smith and Wesson ' cause I don' t know karate | |
I ain' t no punk nigga, pull the trigger is my thang though | |
Grew myself an afro, never sported a kango | |
Niggaz I strangle, they don' t wanna tangle | |
a priest ' cause I mash and I mangle | |
I' m takin' to the top, I' m makin' ' em drop | |
They thinkin' I' m not, I' m shakin' em, bakin' em, kickin' em, stickin' em | |
And always keep hittin' ' em | |
Until I get rid of ' em, I' m pickin' up the microphone | |
To kick the funky DOPE is on the microphone | |
I had to make it funky once again for my opponent | |
I left the stage fulla blood stains ' cause I was on it | |
The UNHOLY, Esham you never knew I | |
Could kick it so wicked, inflict pain, do I? | |
The UNHOLY, hell I kick a lotta titles | |
But this is for all the suicidalists | |
" My father was a priest coldblooded, he' s dead" | |
" And hear the demons screamin' as his body bled" | |
" My father was a priest coldblooded he' s dead" | |
" Poured on the holy water, bless the dead is what I said" | |
Some say I' m the son of satan, but they' re relatin' | |
Bodily harm, some waitin' for the storm | |
That I bring when I sing, it' s a gathering of people | |
The UNHOLY so check out the evil | |
The evil not a stunk from the wicked poetry funk | |
Esham' s the soul that I' m projectin' huh? | |
I' m like a deadly disease, 360 degrees | |
Of the UNHOLY so fall to your knees | |
Dead is all around the sounds' ll pound down | |
And drive you insane until it busts your brain | |
I' ma head banger, a acid rap slanger | |
Comin' on stage puttin' up my middle finger | |
Sayin' it and grabbin' my balls | |
All the MC' s in the house got shit in their drawers | |
' Cause I' m the scarer, a one man terror | |
So never compare a sucka with me ' cause I run ' em like mascara | |
So no need to tell you my title ' cause you know what my title is | |
This is for all the suicidalists | |
" I looked into her eyes and she was scared as hell" | |
" A homocidal maniac with suicidal tendencies" | |
" Shoot me of the people I dismantle" | |
" So to stop her from jumpin' I just cut up the bitches" | |
Death is the penalty if you' re ever caught bitin' me | |
Some say I' m insane but it' s my split personality | |
The groove it' s just wicked so it makes me shake | |
I thought this time I' d make a rhyme and see what it takes | |
You suckas tried to creep me then I' ll have to get my gat | |
And bust you in the head for tryin' to steal my acid rap | |
Esham' s here just for this verse | |
The UNHOLY rocks it much worse | |
Rock and roll, heavy metal hip hopster | |
Word after word till the break a dawn, brother | |
Rockin' ay, as I play | |
To the rhythm that I just kicked today | |
I' ma sway and keep on kickin' it for the ones who buy this | |
The needle' s on the wax for all the suicidalists | |
" Oh, I' m a ho so I don' t have to kill" | |
" I just educate minds to reality" | |
" Uh, oh shit damn that' s another" | |
" So you weak ass hoes keep dreamin'" |