Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everyone , by - Esham. Song from the album Tongues, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Everyone |
| Killas |
| Everyone’s a killa now-a day |
| Killas |
| Let me tell you about some killa shit |
| Yo, everyone’s a killa |
| The first time killas made an attempt on my life |
| It was all about some money, it was funny |
| So I laughed, blood bathed it off |
| That bastard’s soft |
| Grab my pistol, I’m shootin' missiles |
| Here’s how you can be a super rap star and people try to kill you too |
| It’s funny like that when you rap about death |
| The shit really follows you like every other breath |
| Watch ya step, a thousand black crows fly through the sky |
| I hear voices in my head, everyone must die |
| Why? |
| I dunno, shot another rapper wit' the .44 |
| What the fuck fo'? |
| Deep in my psychosis lives this ferocious monster |
| That just wants to crush, grab guns, squeeze triggas, bullets bust |
| Still can’t get enough, what a rush |
| Blood stains soak the plush |
| Carpet, oh shit |
| Brain matter all over the room scattered |
| Killas don’t talk but stalk the streets |
| I’m a complete cannibal, cookin' ya dead meat |
| The Seventh Sign, walk da flatline |
| Forever through time, eternally out my mind |
| While you keep tryin' to save souls from dyin' |
| And Hell is still hot and muthafuckas still fryin' |
| And I ain’t lyin' about abortion |
| 'Cuz you can 'KKKill the Fetus' and still hear ya baby cryin' |
| Everyone… must…die (Everyone must die) |
| Everyone must die, I have no excuses for mental abuses |
| My uzi is useless without the clip in it |
| Deep inside the darkness I slowly slip in it |
| Murder by the minute, true confessions of a Smith and Wesson |
| Livin' in Detroit all my life caused me to 'Mental Stress' and |
| 'Panic Attack' and manic depression |
| Blastin' any assassin, askin' no questions |
| Murder for hire, my guns won’t retire, you’ll forever feel the fire |
| Your desire to die collides with my obsession to just let slugs fly |
| Why must I live like this? |
| Blood stains on the floor from my slit wrists |
| Suicidalist, mental poisionest, the flow grows slow into a dark Lotus |
| 'Dead Flowerz' in the 'Midnight Hour' |
| All people kill for the powder of power |
| Whichever comes first before the guns burst |
| Life indepentent or the back of a hearse |
| What’s worse than a wicked rhyme I disperse? |
| Shells from a gun as I yell and curse |
| Shells from a gun as I yell and curse |
| The shells from a gun as I yell and curse |