Esham

[fox69]

"Closed Casket"

"Closed Casket"


"What about death when it's done come and gone?"

Now I lay me down to sleep before I go to bed
Redrum was the word that a nigga said
I'm dead, and once my mind bled all day
Better watch the word when the wicked man say
Simple and plain, I feel no pain
Rotten body in the ground wit' my maggot brain
The fallen angel fell all this wickedness for Heaven
I still, so now I go to Hell at seven
I can't wait to meet the Grim Reaper, creature, feature
Esham the UnHoly, Satan was my teacher
And find the preacher, I'm gonna kill him when I catch him
Put your body in the coffin and stretch'em, closed casket

[Chorus]
[Talking] And I dont wanna die with my eyes closed-(closed casket)
I said I dont wanna die with my eyes closed-(closed cakset)

I don't really wanna feel no pain, I'm ill
I'd rather be dead, still
Lay me down, let my body rot from the buckshot to my knot
And Hell is gettin' hot, watch the hammer cock (boom!)
Now I lay me down to sleep
Watch the head of the Head hunter once I creep
Shit's deep, six feet deep infact
Bloody body in the coffin layin' on my back
Matter of fact, it's time to meet the Maker, the Undertaker
Sold my soul, as the story a told
Once again, it seems that I cannot win
And when I die, i'm goin' to Hell again, in a closed casket

[Chorus]

It seems I'm just headed for Hell, I hear screams, they call my name
Symptoms of insanity, the voices, they're all the same
I'm dead, and nobody feels my pain
One bullet, one gun, one person to blame
No shame, I take aim at my head
Cock the hammer back and out soar a piece of lead
It was said, that i'm gonna die anyway
Atleast six feet deep I got some place to stay
Wit' the maggots, bury me alive and hush
Now I'm thinkin' 'bout ashes, dust to dust
If I must, say one thing
I bet they won't say they seeing me like the King
Elvis, closed casket

[Chorus]

"I've come to conclusion, look brothers, sisters,
I want an answer, there's a... the overworld, and the underworld,
which world are you a part of?"

 

[fox69]

"Comerica"

"Comerica"


[chorus 4x]
It's time to make another million

[esham]
I be the insane nigga wit the migraine
Headaches, stressed out, havin million dollar doubts
Nigga wonder, and my blind like stevie wonder
This system try to take me under
My whole team pop scallions
No more triple beam dreams or amphetamines
I got a problem wit the fbi
I'm always like fuck 'em, muthafuck 'em
I made a millionaire dollars, and got the fuck outta detroit
Niggas hate me there, they wanna kill me
Playa haters can't feel me
I'm underground, so check the sound
You won't catch me on your radio dial
So fuck that shit, and bump this shit
If you ain't wit this shit, suck a fat dick
You all broke ass, ho ass, never get no cash

[chorus 4x]

[esham]
Hold up, wait a minute
Your radio ain't shit if my tape ain't in it
So now I'm going all out
And i'mma smoke on the dance, til I fall out
You can't stop my flow, hell no
If you'se a ho, you gots to go
Street politician, connection wit chickens
The night before christmas, pop charles dickens
Can't nobody do it like me, I'm the incredible bruce wayne
Please, last of the red hot blooded mc's
Nigga nigga what, smack ya bitch booty while I'm bustin a nut
My flow is ill like a virus
My words speak out to a thug like cyrus
Kidnap ya mind, then hold it for ransom
The murder I wrote, is a suicide note, and

[chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Comin' Out A Coma"

"Comin' Out A Coma"


A song, Is not what it seems

[Background talking]

Wake up wake up wake up wake up
I'm in a coma, comin out a coma
Wake up wake up wake up wake up
I'm in a coma, comin out a coma
Wake up wake up wake up wake up
I'm in a coma, comin out a coma
Wake up wake up wake up wake up
I'm in a coma, comin out a coma

Mmm, mmm, mmm
Ye, what's happenin, what up
Backin that ass up for another funk
Ye, real niggas don't stay sleep
Real niggas creep
Wassup, ah
About to do some dirt
Watch me do a little dirt nigga
Not even faces of the earth can hold my mind down
Had to come at yo ass once again like this
Backin that ass, all that bullshit is over
Time for this shit too pop off
Ye, uhh, ye, uhh
Comin out a coma
I'm here nigga what you gone do
Ahh

[Background talking]

I'm coming out a coma
Wicket shit

I'm baaaack
Hahahahahahahahahaha
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Eat a dick up motherfucker!

 

[fox69]

"Crash & Burn"

"Crash & Burn"


[Talking]
As I blaze, can't help but think about my little nephew
My young nigga, Joe Roc, and all the little niggaz
Walkin' the bloody trail, followin' the footsteps of this hell
We call America

Young niggaz stay strapped
'Cuz ain't nothin' out here but haters
And snakes, and sinners, and fuckin' perpetrators
Young niggaz stay strapped
'Cuz ain't nothin' out here but fire
And niggaz will kill ya ass quicker than Michael Myers
Young niggaz stay strapped
'Cuz ain't nothin' out here but hustlas
Drugs smugglas, and Reel Life ghetto strugglas
Young niggaz stay strapped
'Cuz ain't nothin' out here but evil
People seekin' 'Redrum' wit' they body leakin'
Young niggaz stay strapped
'Cuz ain't nothin' out here but money
Win or lose fritos up in Detroit casinos
Young niggaz stay strapped
'Cuz ain't nothin' out here but pressure
And niggaz be on the grind like the lookin' for buried treasure
Young niggaz stay strapped
'Cuz ain't nothin' out here but snake bitches
All about they things, don't give a fuck about no niggaz
Young niggaz stay strapped
Even wit' a baby, the mental stress alone will drive your ass crazy
Young niggaz stay strapped
Gotta keep your head together and open up your eyes or be out cold forever
Young niggaz stay strapped
Never bribe to the crime, they can't trace the styles, too hard of a design
Young niggaz stay strapped
Diabolical, biological, DNA, they match ya hair follicle
Young niggaz stay strapped
Police trouble you, CCW, don't be slippin' in the bubble 'cuz ya brain's numb
Young niggaz stay strapped
Warfare be mental and if you get cooked it ain't coincidental
Young niggaz stay strapped
'Till ya getcha play off, offence might blitz so you keep ya sawed-off
Young niggaz stay strapped
Trapped up so you don't get wrapped up in a body bag, fresh ink on ya toe-tag
Young niggaz stay strapped
Through all four seasons, blood money be the reason niggaz triggas be squeezin'
Young niggaz stay strapped
For protection in ya section, I be flexin' a slug and brain connection
Young niggaz stay strapped
For the robbas, and the jackas, and the sneak attackas, ambushes out the bushes
Young niggaz stay strapped
When you gotcha top dropped, gotta keep the glock cocked
No safety, ready to rock
(Ready to rock, stay strapped up) [x4]

As I fall, I twist and turn
I fly through the sky, I crash and burn [x4]

Young niggaz stay strapped
'Cuz ain't nothin' out here but preachers
Crazy kids in the classrooms gunnin' down the teachers
Young niggaz stay strapped
When you gettin' high, never wonder why people die, killas murder without an alibi
Young niggaz stay strapped
Witcha ammunition 'cuz you just might be on another mission
Young niggaz stay strapped
Ricochet, bullets stray, you might die one day from the evil gun play
Young niggaz stay strapped
'Cuz that's my slogan, when I'm rollin' and controllin', still pistol holdin'
Young niggaz stay strapped
If you wanna stay alive keep a .45 tucked in ya drawers by ya side
Young niggaz stay strapped
Drugs, cocaine, insane, bullet to the brain, no pain no gain
Young niggaz stay strapped
Even when you in the rain, 'Fuck Da Fame', just come and take aim
When the cannons start bustin' all they seen was flames
Young niggaz stay strapped
When the cannons start bustin' all they seen was flames
When the cannons start bustin' all they seen was flames

 

[fox69]

"Crewzin Down 7 Mile"

"Crewzin Down 7 Mile"



Woke up in the morning 'cause my snooze wasn't workin'
Got funky fresh and took a swig of urchin jerkin'
Stepped outside jumped into my ride
Seen a couple a freaks standin' down at the store
I start to go down there, I see my man Geegee
He said they all ugly so fuck them hoes
I kept on crewzin to get my boy TNT
He said wassup, I said wassup you comin' to hang with me
We jumped in the car and hit the mile with style
When the ho saw a nigga all they said was wow
We're rollin' off east and we're headed out west
Just incase there I got my bullet proof vest
But it ain't complete without the heat under the seat
But I won't fuck with you unless you fuck with me
Hoes givin' looks and smile
But I'm here to profile with style and cruise 7 mile

Cruising down 7 mile
"Suck my dick"
Cruising down 7 mile
"Bitch on a gank move"
Cruising down 7 mile
"Still talkin' shit"
Cruising down 7 mile
"Suck my dick"

Hit the west side 'cause that's where all the hoes at
And every real nigga in Detroit knows that
I'm rollin' low profile ridin' the bumps
Fuck the police, I let my system thump
Boom is the sound ya hear
Comin' from the rear and all the bitches say, "Look, look down there"
Low down, dirty dog 3 inches off the ground
Feel the bass knockin' on the other side of town
Some niggaz into gang bangin' and some into dope slangin'
I'm into fuckin' hoes, countin' cash, and street hangin'
Never liked another bro, betta ask your mother ho
Reel Life Production's fuckin' up your stereo
Ridin' like a rodeo, hoes wanna hollar so
Pull to the curb, what's your name and your number ho?
Haven't got time for the lines I'm throwin' ya
Gimme ya number later on I'll call ya
The bitch gave me her number and left with a smile
I know how to play that ho 'cause i met her on 7 mile

Cruising down 7 mile
"Bitch"
Cruising down 7 mile
"Criminal minded"
Cruising down 7 mile
"It's the boogie, it's the boogie"
Cruising down 7 mile
"How you like me now?"

Rollin' off west and I'm headed for the east side
I see some hoes pointin' sayin' "There go Esham"
Not watchin' the road, thinkin' 'bout what they said
I hit a crackhead, now the crackheads dead
Hit and run, fuck him 'cause he's already dead
Besides I did him a favor he was a crackhead
Besides I ain't stoppin' to let the next car stop
It gives me more time to get down the block
And make a right chill into the crib for a while
And keep my black ass off 7 mile

Cruising down 7 mile
"Let's do it"
Cruising down 7 mile
"Esham's dope ho"
Cruising down 7 mile
"Let's do it"
Cruising down 7 mile
"Esham's dope ho"
Crusing down 7 mile
"Esham's...let's do it"
Cruising down 7 mile
"Esham's dope ho"
Cruising down 7 mile
"Let's do it"
Cruising down 7 mile
"Esham's dope ho"
Cruising down 7 mile
"Born broke beat up and"
Cruising down 7 mile
"Esham's"
Cruising down 7 mile
"Esham's dope"
Cruising down 7 mile
"Esham's...let's do it"
"I'm the motherfucker that you want to be"

Cruising down 7 mile
"Let's do it"

 

[fox69]

"Crib Death"

"Crib Death"



Hardcore mother fucker....
Esham is the unholy!
Hardcore mother fucker....
Esham is the unholy!
So not alot people realize, that you know,
Rock-n-roll is truely black music.
Esham! Esham!
And you look at it as music you know,
And anybody who said rock sold out, they can basically suck my dick,
Esham! Esham!
I mean you don't wanna talk about that shit you know,
It's bullshit
I hear screams at midnight, you're bitin' the dust,
'cause my voice is cursed, so dangerous that your mind busts,
A brain panic, so gigantic, a skitsofrantic,
The psychitrist diagnosed me as being manic.
The problem ain't me though, you can never see no,
Hear no, say no, unholy evil.
Brothas have died, so many mutha fuckas tried,
To get to the other side, the path is suicide.
I don't give a fuck, and you ask me why, bro,
I wanna get paid, pussy, and then I wanna die, yo!
I said I'd rather be dead, so go ahead and kill me,
Satan's got my soul, I gave it unwillingly.
God bless the child with the black and red T-Shirt,
13 ways to cook up A-C-I-D,
So if you wanna follow me, then I'm sure that you'll agree,
Monkey do, monkey see.
Upside down cross, many have got lost,
The witch jumped on your back and rode ya like horse.
Now you can't wake up, you're losin' your last breath,
Fell asleep listenin' to the radio, now it's a crib death

 

[fox69]

"Cross My Heart"

"Cross My Heart"



Son of a bitch, Jason wants to slit his wrists
But I'll tell you like this, should'nt take the risk
Knowin the consequences well
The suicidal suckers end up in hell
Some rather be dead then living in sin
'cause the planet is fucked up and misled
By fools like you
Runnin round tellin mother fuckers what they can and cant do
Butterflys in my stomach
Make me wanna vomit 'cause I know doomsday is coming
Jasons facin life or death, it's do or die
And as he take a deep breath he wonders who will cry
The only one who really cares is you and I
But your the only one who really knew why
Lifes a bitch from beginning to end and then you die
Living the life of sin and why
I can see it in your eyes I'm not suprised
As you cross your heart and hope to die
Living your life on the edge of panic
But still you manic
'cause you was born a schizophrenic
Never knew life was a bitch, but it is so hard
I'm living low in the graveyard
Take a trip to another side another place
Lying in a casket wit a dead mans face
Who gives a fuck about you, nobody but you
But I didn't have to tell you take 'cause thats something you already knew
Just like a razor to the wrist I'm a cut you quick
Last dying words is I'm a son of a bitch
Son of a gun and Ive just begun to bleed
As I scream Jesus christ and fall to my knees
And as everyone cries they wonder why
I cross my heart and hope to die
My rhyme is a nine to the forehead
And once you push play you'll pull the trigga and now your dead
A suicidal homicidal homicidal suicidal recital
Is what I recite when I'm on the mic
At midnight I'll smother you like crib death
And find my record spinning
You'll never no I was grinnin when I did that
This is the U-N-H-O-L-Y
Deadly, like pesticide
So just step aside
Once I knew a little girl was playin my tape on Sunday
They found her in some headphones dead on Monday
Hanging from a chandelier the only thing to fear is fear
When you get them butterflies you know the Unholy is near
Some disappear and never be found
Some are smothered by the rhythm and then drown
And when I blow your mind your wont know why
You'll soon cross your heart and hope to die

 

[fox69]

"Dead By Day"

"Dead By Day"



They say I'm gonna be dead by day
From the words I say, so hey
If I get a little wicked it's ok
But I gotta get paid fuckin' ay
I'm not bitin' my tongue and I did not stutter
I'm that brotha, word to the motherfucker
And if you don't know me, I feel you should know
I add a little rock and roll and clock the dough
I sell my soul to the preacher's church
I ain't with the bullshit, you get your preachin' ass hurt
You wanna judge me, when I don't judge you
I tell the ho true be nothin' but the truth soooooo
You want me dead now, so go ahead now
But I'd rather be dead, so how you like me now?
You can't kill me, but I'm bound to die
When the devil gets inside you you wonder why
It ain't a new thang, it ain't old seed
The truth is always new, but never told see
It's that the devil's the preacher and God's the president
And hell's the ghetto and I'm a resident
They lockin' up brothers for petty crimes and petty theft
The government's the leadin' cause of death
Then they tell me I don't know how to act
When the mayor sells ki's on Spillum and Mack
God damn, it ain't no where to go
'Cause they still look at us as niggaz and hoes
So yo, they got me trapped inside a circle
360 degrees that I don't believe in
Fuck that shit I wanna bankroll
And if I gotta sell my soul, then I'll do so
Sometimes I care sometimes I won't
But then I can't afford to care so I don't
You may thinks this way so when I say
You better push play 'cause I'll be dead by day
I'm dead fool
How you gonna kill a dead man
I'll be dead by day
They don't care about you or me
The white man tells the black man's history
The KKK looks after me
And up to this day niggaz still ain't free
I ain't no racist
Because we all got red blood, just different faces
Blacks kill blacks, and whites kill themselves
Either way you look at it we all dyin' young
So fuck it

 

[fox69]

"Dead Clownz"

"Dead Clownz"



Yea
(Hehehe)
This the big homie
(Wicked Clowns)
Still don't play that shit
(That's me)
(Homie)
Yeah I'm a clown
(wicked, Wicked man)
Well guess what
Dead clown why you mad
You sad, you should be glad
I got chopped off heads stuffed in my duffel bag
Dead clown why you mad
You sad, you should be glad
I got chopped off heads stuffed in my duffel bag
I got chopped off heads in ma bag they stuffed
With they eyes sewn up
And there mouths sewn shut
Don't talk to me
I kill em all the time
Take out there brains and I play with they minds
Take yo eyes out ya head
So you can see what I'm sayin
Body decayin
Paint ya face
I'm sprayin
The murder death machine
They call me evil knievel
Paint up ma face and start serial killin people
A sick pyschopath dead bodies they stink
A voodoo witch doctor
Shocka locka ya head shrink
A known sickle
The grim reaper with the sickle
They stab in my eye
Hehe that only tickle
But it made me mad
So I killed ya mommy and dad
Blood soaked my clothes like a maxi-pad
All the killin
I can't stop the killin
All the killin
Everytime I stabbed in the face
I got a happy feelin
Dead clown they say
I thought you was dead clown
How can he be alive
And he's choppin off heads now
The curse of homie came back an omen the unholy
You soft like a creampuff
Call you a canoli
I put heads in flower pots
With bodies they rot
No other killer clown got more bodies then I got
Fuck the police
Cause they don't know my identity
The preacher can't save you at the church
No serenity
Homie the clown
Spit the wicked shit when it's me

 

[fox69]

"Dem Boyz"
(feat. Violent J)

"Dem Boyz"
(feat. Violent J)



This ones for them boys with the drugs in they house
This ones for them boys with the slugs in they mouth
This ones for them boys with the taps on they phone
They know the halfs on they zone, and peelin caps with the chrome

This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustlin!)

This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustlin!)

[Esham]
This one's for the ones that making cheddar, that fetty, all about they hussle
Make a def jam out in the streets, without Russel
What's so strange is that I came in this game
With the ones who "Bang Bang", make your brains hang, and it is a thang
Bitch, better have my muthafuckin fetty
Before I put this mm-mm to your head and make your shit look like spaggetti
Y'all ain't ready
The hatchet slit you like a machete
Left hand bust the roscoe, right hand hold the whip steady

[Violent J]
This ones for the boys from the darkest corners
To the streets of Hell. These boys ain't no foreigners
And warrin' is every day, and the cost ain't soft
Even when they miss, you still get a shoulder blown off
This ones for the boys who chew hollow tips like gum
And wash it down with everclear cause the care ain't there
And these boys be the bad guys, and cant switch
They put a bullet clean through your head and into your bitch

This ones for them boys with the drugs in they house
This ones for them boys with the slugs in they mouth
This ones for them boys with the taps on they phone
They know the halfs on they zone, and peelin caps with the chrome

This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustlin!)

This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustlin!)

[Esham]
This is for them boys up all night, stuffing wax packs with heroin
Up on the block straight doing the Aero Flyn
Gettin money, everything you wear brand new
Pockets stay lumpy like grandma's stew
When you true to the game, the game will be true to you
What up though, you're ghost if I say so
Guns and ammo - I buy em buy the caseload
Then I get you hit for fifty pesos

[Violent J]
This ones for this boy
A killjoy, chick toy
Shit boy, I'm sick, boy
Click-bang go the foe foe, off go the shell
There go the poe poe off into Hell
Oh well, I'm in motel, Hotel Six
And I got your chick on the tip of this dick
Now she taking it in, sinking it in, her titties I'm shakin them, and
I don't know when I'm be done

[Esham]
Then I'm a be busting my gun
This ones for the boys saying fuck the "5-0"
Fuck the 5-0 when it's all about survival
Talkin to my pistol don't help
My shotgun said "blasphemy" until I shot on myself
This one's for the money figures
The go-getters, ice-rockers
Twenty-four seven non-stoppers
This ones for the pill poppers
Eh yo fuck that, this ones for the head-choppers

[Violent J]
This one's for the people livin down in them sewer pipes
Makin a living off of all that aint right
And this is for them witches that was tied to stakes
And for the killers that have seen me after death shakes
And them peddlers on the corner when it's ice-cold
And dead bobies on the side of the road
This is for that part of the city that everybody warns about
Where throats get torn out

This ones for them boys with the drugs in they house
This ones for them boys with the slugs in they mouth
This ones for them boys with the taps on they phone
They know the halfs on they zone, and peelin caps with the chrome

This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustlin!)

This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustlin!)