[esham] What's up honey? don't mind me askin, but how your ass been? And fuck that chatty nigga, if he's a has been I got twenty, 'cause I'm good and
Inn Bitch bring a friend And if she ain't fuckin then leave her ass home(take yo ass home) Cuz she ain't gettin nothin but the thuggish ruggish bone I'm gone [Esham
be the nigga with the 357 chrome plated, America's most player hated and frustrated, Suicide's still on my mind, I comteplated, Murder more niggas, dead
[Esham: talking] (I'm gon kill that bitch Why you do this to me baby? Somethin's wrong, somethin's definitely wrong Somethin's wrong) Early Sunday morning
name You don't know the half I was dead a long time ago Never ressurected,once the .45 shell connected With my dome,I saw my misery crack a smile So put my dead
You wanna be dead nigga? Yeah you, you wanna be dead? Now how you lie, 'cause I'll kill you Yeah I'll kill ya Lord for bid, I do a bid I never bid on
folder Underground rap radio controller The bone breaker, the thug shaker From here to Cleveland, nigga run run To catch the dum-dums Dumb-ditty dum, do-wa-ditty Esham
was a dope fiend but what I mean She was mannic depressed, like the Supremes And all my tears wiped with a cleanex I'm on the scene and I drop dead like
