Lirik Lagu Helter Skkkelter - Esham
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YeahLet me get on of those big motherfuckers and shit in hereYou know what I'm saying?I'm back in this bitchJust like Ice-T, you motherfuckers should've killed me last yearIn the house with my motherfucking brother EshamYou know what I'm saying?Getting a little to much power in this motherfucker
Sick in the head, so I tried to kill a priestI'm thinking of excuses instead of killing meThe symptoms of insanity got me going psychoFriday the 13th just like MichaelIf I get wreck then I wreck when I wreck itWhen I mic check one, two, when I check itLooking for excuses just to get illHow many cops can one man kill?Many, plenty, all is anyA pity for your thoughts but death is what you broughtFrom a public enemy, public figureNot your regular niggaLike a rusty razor but I faze ya like a tazerThink I'm malice green, and then I get dejavuThen I get voodoo wickedSlide a rusty razor across your throat then I stick itShit goddamn, goddamn shitSuck my dick when the heater go clickAnd by the way, fuck you manGoddamn, you better murder the man
You betta murder the man, you better, Red Rum, Red Rum (2x)You betta murder the manYou betta murder the man, you betta, Red Rum, Red Rum (2x)
You better murder me man, before some nigga get hurtLet a nun suck my dick in the back of a churchAnother one bites the dirt, when I put in workShit, you talkin' to a expertThe tazmanian devil, black DevilThat Devil you don't know, and don't wanna knowCause I'm kinda like a head hunter jack chopping offAnd I'm gonna black, you know I wore the blackCape, ain't no if's, and's, or but'sWhen my dick swings long, I'm dropping my nuts to the floorSlap a hoe, and let her knowLick the hairs on my nuts, or better yet my afroBig nigga, cooped up gorillaAnd like Ice T, I'm a fucking cop killaMothafuck the Ku Klux KlanYou better murder the man
You betta murder the man, you better, Red Rum, Red Rum (2x)You betta murder the man.You betta murder the man, you better, Red Rum, Red Rum (2x)
Red Rum, Red Rum, murder, murder, murderStanding in my way, then I gotta hurt yaNever get happy, hair always nappyYou'll get slapped G, unholy papiVisions of bloody bodies, bloody bodies of visionsMy mind and suicide, head on collisionI vision an incission, some psycho precisionPsychedelic funking, slam jam dunkingThis is do or die, so I'd rather be deadCops get out of line, off with their headI flex the text, and break some fucking necksMe and a nun had sex in special effectsMake me crazy, mad, boy, I'm fucking badYou couldn't even add all the problems I've hadPsycho sick, suck my dickAbra-ca-da-bara, black magicVoodoo wicked, wicked voodooScared you go boo, funky doo dooI'm wicked, standing with my gat in my handYou better murder the man
You better murder the man, you better Red Rum, Red Rum (2x)You better murder the manYou betta murder the man, you better Red Rum, Red Rum (2x)
Yeah, bitchHow the fuck you gonna kill a dead man, mothafucka?Don't you know I've been dead, mothafuck you niggaI'm the mothafucka that gave you eyes, bitchYou seeing through my eyes, mothafuckaYou know who I'm talking to, bitch!This dead boy mothafuckaWhen you try and creep bitchI'ma get your mothafucking ass
Sick in the head, so I tried to kill a priestI'm thinking of excuses instead of killing meThe symptoms of insanity got me going psychoFriday the 13th just like MichaelIf I get wreck then I wreck when I wreck itWhen I mic check one, two, when I check itLooking for excuses just to get illHow many cops can one man kill?Many, plenty, all is anyA pity for your thoughts but death is what you broughtFrom a public enemy, public figureNot your regular niggaLike a rusty razor but I faze ya like a tazerThink I'm malice green, and then I get dejavuThen I get voodoo wickedSlide a rusty razor across your throat then I stick itShit goddamn, goddamn shitSuck my dick when the heater go clickAnd by the way, fuck you manGoddamn, you better murder the man
You betta murder the man, you better, Red Rum, Red Rum (2x)You betta murder the manYou betta murder the man, you betta, Red Rum, Red Rum (2x)
You better murder me man, before some nigga get hurtLet a nun suck my dick in the back of a churchAnother one bites the dirt, when I put in workShit, you talkin' to a expertThe tazmanian devil, black DevilThat Devil you don't know, and don't wanna knowCause I'm kinda like a head hunter jack chopping offAnd I'm gonna black, you know I wore the blackCape, ain't no if's, and's, or but'sWhen my dick swings long, I'm dropping my nuts to the floorSlap a hoe, and let her knowLick the hairs on my nuts, or better yet my afroBig nigga, cooped up gorillaAnd like Ice T, I'm a fucking cop killaMothafuck the Ku Klux KlanYou better murder the man
You betta murder the man, you better, Red Rum, Red Rum (2x)You betta murder the man.You betta murder the man, you better, Red Rum, Red Rum (2x)
Red Rum, Red Rum, murder, murder, murderStanding in my way, then I gotta hurt yaNever get happy, hair always nappyYou'll get slapped G, unholy papiVisions of bloody bodies, bloody bodies of visionsMy mind and suicide, head on collisionI vision an incission, some psycho precisionPsychedelic funking, slam jam dunkingThis is do or die, so I'd rather be deadCops get out of line, off with their headI flex the text, and break some fucking necksMe and a nun had sex in special effectsMake me crazy, mad, boy, I'm fucking badYou couldn't even add all the problems I've hadPsycho sick, suck my dickAbra-ca-da-bara, black magicVoodoo wicked, wicked voodooScared you go boo, funky doo dooI'm wicked, standing with my gat in my handYou better murder the man
You better murder the man, you better Red Rum, Red Rum (2x)You better murder the manYou betta murder the man, you better Red Rum, Red Rum (2x)
Yeah, bitchHow the fuck you gonna kill a dead man, mothafucka?Don't you know I've been dead, mothafuck you niggaI'm the mothafucka that gave you eyes, bitchYou seeing through my eyes, mothafuckaYou know who I'm talking to, bitch!This dead boy mothafuckaWhen you try and creep bitchI'ma get your mothafucking ass
