Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everyone, artist - Esham. Album song Tongues, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |