[Esham] I know this bitch who like to suck on dick I call the hoe magic cause she's a trick Now this bitch I knew fucked my buddy Even though the pussy
This goes out to all you chatty ass motherfuckers, wack motherfuckers, can't fuck with the mad motherfuckers, chatty ass motherfucker It ain't shit
[Esham] Can I dig ya on the D-L? Pure satisfaction Tricks B-Real Time for some action I'm one of them niggaz that don't smile But fuck that pussy like
ride I'll see you on the other side and let me drive you to suicide [CHORUS] Pop goes the weasel, shot gun blasted Hole in my head, funeral, closed casket
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"Yo, Nineteen ninety ninety whateva Closed Casket yo, we still comin outta coma, and yo, tell 'em how you feelin right now" I'll be glad when you
I told these niggaz to stay off my dick They still on my dick trying to bite the wicketshit Niggaz still wanna know what Esham mean Esham stands for East
"He should never even see daylight again, never" "I have apologized publicly for the...for the Mental ang... for the Mental Stress and emotional stress
Woke up early Sunday mornin' And before I could get outta bed I got blood stains all on my t-shirt Last night my homie caught a slug in his head It
kinda crazy, used to be my baby But now you're not yourself because you shot yourself I had a homie who tried to withside He died, he lied in a closed casket
eulogy by Richard Pryor We are gathered here today, On this sorrowful occasion, To say goodbye to the dearly departed, In other words the nigga dead
Yes, I'm down with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest You try but don't cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll never die Once again I ressurected niggaz unexpected A closed casket
[Dead Boy] Yeah,this muthafuckin Dead boy up in this bitch Yo,got my muthafuckin nigga Esham ready to kick this shit for you hoes [Esham] Walkin on
"Original style, original bad boy style, hear me" I know a freak, I used to put my mack down on her I used to boner her, make the other niggaz want
Yo, Nineteen ninety ninety whateva Closed Casket yo, we still comin outta coma, and yo, tell 'em how you feelin right now" I'll be glad when
He should never even see daylight again, never I have apologized publicly for the, for the mental ang For the mental stress and emotional stress that
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let the taste blow yo' mind Sleepy niggas awake You're faker then a silicone titty with the shakes I makes mo' bounce to tha muthafuckin' ounce And Esham
