Dead Boy - k**agram lyrics

[VERSE 1: ESHAM] It's the Mr. Unholy sinster Man I murdered your minister Murder mo' n***as tallkin' jive than Jeff Fenster Witness the prime minister Grand dragon, body baggin' The 44 mag still got my pants saggin' n***as on the bandwagon Say they suicide driven But the unforgiven These dead flowers ain't livin' Pyscho, like no Other muthaf**a so Roll up 'side your cranium dome With the chrome I'm sick of all these s**as My mind spinning in swirls Impregrenate your body with slugs And murder the world Therapeutic thinking that the mo' bullets ejected They concluded wasn't expected for my a** to shoot it I'm a son of a gun I swallow bullets for fun My daddy with the gun powder sh**, call me hallow tip Little slug hate life Living ain't love giving For ya paranoia So I'm suicide driven, man I know you hate this suicidalist The animal, rhyme cannibalistic Realistic Bad luck, ain't no heart in my body So I'm quick to pull the shotty John Gotti and murder ya body Foul, stack a body Pile, Mama I murdered ya child In the midnight hour Smoking on dead flowerz My Glock stay so hot, it spit fire Infrared beam Make ya scream like Michael Myers Retire, your life just expired I be possessing Got caught with the intent to deliver a drug possession No question I'm playing true confession I'm ill with the steel I showed the chrome to let them know I'm gone Psychotic, Reel Life product We play for keeps Symptoms I'm insane Murder yo a** in yo sleep No therapy so I'm out to murder all of y'all Mental migraine Still gone off Tylenol So now I'm out to destroy Any n***a who wanna annoy me Cuz I'm down with Dead Boy [Dead Boy Talking] Yes, muthaf**in' a** n***as Back the f** up, b**h! Comin' through this b**h Ye, what up, n***as Got this muthaf**in' steel dick for yo a** Put it in yo muthaf**in mouth, b**h! Bite this [VERSE 2: ESHAM] I don't really wanna feel like I feel But the steel be calling my name And it's ashame Bloody butcher knife Still buried in my backyard Mental flashbacks of how my knuckles got scarred n***as be smiling in my face and backstabbin' Even though they know I'm bullet bussin' and gun grabbin' Die, die, die you U-N-H-O-L-Y Toe tag to body bag Your mama cry Born into this life No escape from playa hates Down to stack paypes Going psycho like Norman Bates Ill like Reel Life Yelling, police rebellin' Still talking broke english and drug sellin' O choppin, hip-hoppin' n***a with a d**h wish Money and the power Pissin' on dead flowerz