Lyrics Esham In the 80's - King Gordy

Esham In the 80's

Gordy the suicidalist
Stories of gruesome satanist
Totally true and I confess
Sorry if you can not accept
Making your son suck a dick or two
'til his lips is blue
Slip some shit up then his brew
Now this kid is getting screwed
Maniac, blood inside the tub, that’s where i’m laying at
Saying that I’m insane is all that gonna make me snap
Where’s your damn baby at?
Please I need some head from it
Cum on his head, toss it
Yes their mother yell stop it
Bitch hit the kitchen fix some chicken while I lick your infant
Stick six inches up this dick inside your kid’s clitoris
I’ve been burning body parts for half an hour now
Knock the fucking power out
Meat is turning sour now
Where is Brotha Lynch Hung?
Likes to speak in tongues as he eats thumbs
Fucking red rum 'til the police come
Bitch I think I’m Esham
Devil blowing kisses at the moon
Very soon I think Imma fucking become a monster
I dont wanna die tonight
They say commiting suicide is like
The best rollercoaster ride of your life
Follow me until the other side
Bitch I’m wicked like I’m Esham in the eighties
E-Esham in the eighties
Bitch I’m Esham in the eighties
E-Esham in the eighties
Bitch I’m Esham in the eighties
E-Esham in the eighties
Dead flowers, kill the fetus, closed casket
Yo
A racist man, Freddy Krueger claw with a Jason mask
Michael Myers’s jumpsuit
Fuck you!
Crazy-ass!
Psychopathic like a hatchet, knife is slashing right in traffic
Hyper addict, type to stab his wife
And have his life extracted
From his own body, murder, suicide
You and I choose to die
Who am I to unify these foolish minds?
All the condemned souls, God would not forgive them
So they’re in hells pit froze
Flesh is frost bitten, lost ligaments
Cut off the children’s dicks and give them clitoris
Enslave the men’s brains impregnate the women then
Set dates to have them all beheaded then killed again
Sentence them to death, Holocaust show began again
This is sin we posses it in their skin
Shit is incredible how edible the flesh has been
Then again, hell is just a vessel it can help you if you enter
In the fire I’ll protect you, you are special I can get you in
I dont wanna die tonight
They say commiting suicide is like
The best rollercoaster ride of your life
Follow me until the other side
Bitch I’m wicked like I’m Esham in the eighties
E-Esham in the eighties
Bitch I’m Esham in the eighties
E-Esham in the eighties
Bitch I’m Esham in the eighties
E-Esham in the eighties
Dead flowers, kill the fetus, closed casket
Uh
These are booming words from hell
Soothing words have failed
On death ears next year you will burn and dwell in darkness
Pitchforks, dicks forced into ass of prophets
This corpse gets more fans than that Muhammed
The Quran needs a colonic
Cause it’s clogged up with a lot of shit, follow it
You 'gon have to bomb an army then
Hail lord Vader he is Satan in the flesh
Maybe yes, he will make a joke about your babies death
Take it’s breath and inhale it call it baby meth
Smell it, it’ll make your chest swell inside your belly and you’re pregnant,
will you rape it?
Yes!
Lucifer is lord don’t you take a step into a church or you will burst in flames,
maybe break your neck
Holy father your holy water tastes like acid
Slowly start to melt, oh my god I’ll slaughter you baptists!
Had it with you bastards who be thinking that I’m crazy
Face pained, you can’t fade me
Bitch I’m Esham in the eighties
I dont wanna die tonight
They say commiting suicide is like
The best rollercoaster ride of your life
Follow me until the other side
Bitch I’m wicked like I’m Esham in the eighties
E-Esham in the eighties
Bitch I’m Esham in the eighties
E-Esham in the eighties
Bitch I’m Esham in the eighties
E-Esham in the eighties
Dead flowers, kill the fetus, closed casket