Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boom, artist - Esham. Album song Repentance, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.11.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Reel Life
Song language: English
Boom |
| Detroit listeners out there |
| You’d better be sure to stop by at the Galaxy Club |
| Where there’s a freestyle, super fresh contest going on tonight |
| If you got the skills you better get yout hip-hop ass on down here |
| We got DJ Clueless on the wheels of steel |
| Mortification is my next demonstration |
| I’d ask you for a lite pumpin' gas at the station |
| Here’s my situtation |
| I hate many people |
| So I hear no see no say no evil |
| Just like Knieval |
| Leave you headless bloody mess |
| Like you was ridin' a Ducati |
| Ladidadi broke every bone in your body I’m not sorry |
| I’d probely murder you |
| Voices tellin' me do what he say |
| Kill a DJ |
| Fuck what he play |
| Mayday Mayday |
| BOOM! |
| BOOM! |
| Blood’s all over the room |
| I fucked yo bitch |
| Like a witch with a broom |
| Doom’s |
| Day |
| Murderers say |
| All y’all must pay when the buckshot’s spray |
| Who wants the challenge me |
| Grab the mic and bust yo raps |
| But then I’m just gonna grab my strap |
| And just commence to bustin' caps |
| Leaving bodies piled up |
| In freestyle clubs (fuck) |
| You better make room |
| BOOM like what |
| WHAT! |
| y’all make room! |
| When we show up |
| BOOM BOOM BOOM |
| WHAT! |
| Killaz run up in this bitch |
| Start bustin' off shots |
| Hittin literballs, lazer lights and people on the top |
| I’m looking for the dj |
| Cuz he don’t see it my way |
| I’m bout 2 blow 'em out his head |
| ??? |
| some A.B.K |
| I’m like a molitov cocktail |
| Breakin' on your wall |
| I’m setting shit off |
| I blow your lid off |
| Your body falls |
| You don’t need aluminoliam |
| Leavin' blood everywhere |
| And I’m aiming for the head n hair of everybody their |
| I’m like a grasshopper |
| Quick to jump I’m spreading my wings |
| You say the wicked shit will die |
| I say you faggots seeing things |
| And all you bitches know I’m gangsta |
| Don’t ask me to dance |
| I might straight panic pull the gat |
| And blow your pussy out your pants |
| It’s the wicked shit It’s E n J |
| It’s hotter than Hell |
| And every Devil’s Night we hunt them down |
| And slaughter D-12 |
| I take the moosegun and shut your blood and blow it out your back |
| Turning face to camera |
| Where your hatchets at |
| Throw 'em up y’all |
| Make room |
| Guess who comin in |
| Grab my gun again |
| They told me he was one of them |
| So I done him in |
| A killers on the hunt again |
| Smoke my blunt again |
| Fatality finished him I win again |
| Repentance my vengance |
| So I’m not sentanced a hundred years |
| It’s burning my ears and blood is mixed with my tears fears |
| My styles get rid of theres |
| Drive-bys in wheelchairs |
| All you see is smoke in the air |
| Cuz we don’t care |