Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Celebrity Meltdown, artist - Esham. Date of issue: 18.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Celebrity Meltdown |
| I’m from Detroit, yeah, I destroy |
| I’m a suicidalist like a suicide boy |
| I’m nutty as an Almond Joy |
| Unholy Black Devil, I’m the real McCoy |
| I’ma put you in a body bag |
| And send ya back down to Hell with him |
| I be killin' demons, ninjas |
| Nigga, it’s the E-S-H-A-M |
| Walk like Slim, talk like Jim |
| Reel Life logo on my brim |
| They gon' drown if they can’t swim |
| Way too grim, I can’t be them |
| Back 'em all up, buck 'em all down |
| I’ma send 'em to Hell with a couple of rounds |
| Bangin' and slangin' I load the banana clip |
| In the AK and spray, they on the ground |
| Gotta be happy, I clap to a dat beat |
| Niggas in Hell still wanna get at me |
| Ain’t been the same since they tried to kidnap me |
| Now I’m insane, I’m the unholy pappy |
| Don’t trust nobody, I shot up the party |
| Bitch was talkin' shit, I slapped up your thotty |
| If you’re scared, get a dog or learn karate |
| Your whole style is shotty, is choppy but copy |
| Eye of the tiger but no I’m not Rocky |
| Bust you in your mouth like you playin' hockey |
| Just 'cause you goalie don’t mean you can stop me |
| I lay many victims out tryin' to block me |
| Celebrity meltdown, livin' in denial |
| Suicidal thoughts since I was a child |
| Put another rapper in the dead body pile |
| Walk the bloody trail, take me to trial |
| Fuck these niggas and these bitches gotta pay up |
| Twenty-four seven never sleep and I’ma stay up |
| Esham’s dope, ho, you might as well weight up |
| Rappers be retarded and he really don’t say much |
| What the fuck you |
| What the fuck you sayin'? |
| What the fuck you |
| What the fuck you sayin'? |
| Word on the street, I’m a suspect |
| Hangin' with the killers in the projects |
| Pullin' up the foreign objects |
| Niggas can’t see me with they optics |
| Take 'em all down to the level below |
| Introduce you to the Devil and yo |
| Dig 'em a grave with my shovel real slow |
| 'Cause you sold your soul for gold now go |
| Back to the earth, back to the mud |
| Back to the bodies and buckets of blood |
| Back to the Hell with needle and drugs |
| Back to the hate and I’m feelin' no love |
| This for the thugs, this for the drugs |
| The dirty glove, we don’t show 'em no love |
| As below so above |