Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Silicone, artist - Esham. Album song Dead Flowerz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Silicone |
| You wanna be dead nigga? |
| Yeah you, you wanna be dead? |
| Now how you lie, cause I’ll kill you |
| Yeah I’ll kill ya |
| Lord forbid, I do a bid |
| I never bid on a sucka’s life |
| And if I did, it’d be a jackknife |
| I’m out to kill a clone |
| Niggas be actin' silicone, for tha real it’s on, still it’s on |
| In my darkest hour, I clock the Glock |
| Death is certain, life is not |
| I got 13 ways, less than 7 days |
| To change my wicked ways before I’m off to an early grave |
| One more is drug related, another body murdered premeditated |
| Fallen victim to what I stated |
| You don’t understand me cause I’m dyslexic |
| My styles come sick as anorexic |
| I don’t sing church songs but bust shot guns |
| At ministers cause I can’t trust none |
| Break out the skull and bones |
| Here comes the ill ass nigga with the 3 5 7 chrome |
| And it goes on in my maggot brain |
| I remain insane to bring the pain with the migraine |
| Niggas with breasts I’ll snatch yo' heart out yo chest |
| And stand like Kano possessed as I finish him |
| Your silicone leaks, nigga |
| Nigga, nigga, silicone, nigga |
| All I hear is your screams |
| Somebody’s screamin' out my name |
| I weigh my uzi on a triple beam |
| Unload my magazine niggas can’t read me |
| Redrum’s all I hear so you wanna bleed me |
| I pop niggas like corns, stickin' niggas like thorns |
| And I yawns at your funeral while your family mourns |
| I’m not inclined to sympathize in my mind |
| I’ll be glad when you in a body bag for bed time |
| You can’t afford this, all aboard this night train |
| Come and ride the midnight maggot brain |
| I need some therapy I shot my therapist |
| See, I be pissed, cause I’m nothin' but a straight suicidalist |
| Idiotic, my voodoo’s symbotic to a mad man |
| I’m down to put a slug in an Aryan |
| And I’m down for whatever, whenever, however |
| Is clever whether forever or for never |
| So don’t test one mad motherfucker |
| If you do, dick sucker, I’mma pop yo silicone |
| Nigga, silicone |
| Nigga |
| My wicked shit is wicked, niggas bite it when I kick it |
| But I’m sick with this, it’s so ridiculous |
| I don’t believe in God, so it’s odd |
| 'Cause every time I bust ill shit, niggas screamin' «oh my God!» |
| I got the G-Lo, I got the G-Lo |
| And it’s cocked to pop, pop, pop piggity pop pop |
| And it don’t stop it never did |
| The wicked shit’ll never die, I have no alibi for murder, shit |
| I’m contemplatin' suicide 24−7 |
| And like I told your ass before it ain’t no fuckin' heaven |
| I’m manic depressed, I’m panicked to never confess |
| I’m the one that put them slugs in my momma chest |
| Premeditated, murder’s always on my fuckin' mind |
| Body outlined chalk to walk the flatlines |
| You wanna know what goes on in my maggot brain |
| It won’t stop until the whole world feels my pain |
| Chemical dependencies, suicidal tendency |
| Mental stress got me beggin' for eternal rest |
| I must confess to the real, I’m out to kill a clone |
| I pop titty niggas that’s silicone |
| Nigga, silicone |
| Nigga, nigga, silicone |