Testo Knockin Em Dead - Esham
Testo della canzone Knockin Em Dead (Esham), tratta dall'album Boomin' Words from Hell (Classics Remastered)
Well as I step up to the mic I get the sudden urge
To kick the wicked shit and bust word after word
In the freestyle, E style, I go buckwild
Grab the microphone and start fuckin' up yo' style
Well as I stick up, turn the bass kick up
When the microphone I pick up, you pick my dick up
Now it's about time for me to change my rhyme
And let the Unholy fuck it up one time
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, L-Y-O-H-N-U
To rock a rhyme I won't pretend to
Next on the menu, funky rhymes essential
Love the way the bass goes boom on ten
Let me bust it, well let me bust it one time, I'm bustin'
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, plus the Eazy-Duz-It
As I bust it all the suckers wanna write what I said
But this one right here, just knock 'em dead
I get ill on a posse with my goddamn hands
It might seem like that we don't care
I get ill on a posse with my goddamn hands
Comin' in the side door, then I'm grabbin' the mic
Well it's about time, um, it's about time
Well it's about time for me to drop my rhyme
On the lyric with the Holy Spirit, lyrical flower
Your bitch is on my tip, so I'd like to get to know her
I can rock a rhyme either faster or slower
And my rhymes be burnin' like a fuckin' flamethrower
One for the homeboys, two for the hoes
Three to get ready, I'm about to flow
I'm not a gangsta, sorta like a lyrical terror
The brand new funk is Asher Roth, the new era
The Unholy witch and his bag of tricks
Nothin' that a little holy water can't fix
You rock the shine, 'cause he's the one that hits
And if you don't like the Unholy poetry, then suck my dick
This one right here make you red in the face
I mean this one right here make your face turn red
But I'm knockin' 'em out, knockin' 'em down, and knockin' 'em dead
Yo, the Devil's son-in-law, the high self of Hell
Well as I rock and shock the funky
Rhyme that's one of a kind, you bite it
Suckers hear my rhyme, run home and rewrite it
But this time I'm rockin' rhymes that you can't relate to
Rockin' beats like this you know I really often hate to
But I gotta show the suckers style sometimes
'Cause I can sound fresh and my shit don't have to rhyme, like
Grab my bozack, you niggas that bite me
The people who don't like me, they just jealous and suck my dick
And you can suck my dick too, if you don't like this groove
Motherfucker, I'm still gettin' baked
You wanna just think, just use your head
'Cause I'ma slap you with dick, I'ma slap you with my dick
I'ma slap you with much dick, and just knock you dead
Comin' out rockin', still gettin' fly with the
Comin' out rockin', still gettin' fly with the
Comin' out rockin', tomahawk slam
Still gettin' fly with the mic in my hand
Credits
Writer(s): George Clinton, William Collins, George Worrell, Jerome Brailey
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