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Esham

Celebrity Meltdown

 

Celebrity Meltdown


Oh no, no, oh no

I'm from Detroit, yeah, I destroy
I'm a suicidalist like a suicide boy
I'm nutty as an Almond Joy
Unholy Black Devil, I'm the real McCoy
I'ma put you in a body bag
And send ya back down to Hell with him
I be killing demons, ninjas
Nigga, it's the E-S-H-A-M
Walk like Slim, talk like Jim
Reel Life logo on my brim
They gon' drown if they can't swim
Way too grim, I can't be them
Back 'em all up, buck 'em all down
I'ma send 'em to Hell with a couple of rounds
Banging and slanging I load the banana clip
In the AK and spray, they on the ground
Gotta be happy, I clap to a dat beat
Niggas in Hell still wanna get at me
Ain't been the same since they tried to kidnap me
Now I'm insane, I'm the unholy pappy
Don't trust nobody, I shot up the party
Bitch was talking shit, I slapped up your thotty
If you're scared, get a dog or learn karate
Your whole style is shotty, is choppy but copy
Eye of the tiger but no I'm not Rocky
Bust you in your mouth like you playing hockey
Just 'cause you goalie don't mean you can stop me
I lay many victims out trying to block me
Celebrity meltdown, living in denial
Suicidal thoughts since I was a child
Put another rapper in the dead body pile
Walk the bloody trail, take me to trial
Fuck these niggas and these bitches gotta pay up
Twenty-four seven never sleep and I'ma stay up
Esham's dope, ho, you might as well weight up
Rappers be retarded and he really don't say much
What the fuck you
What the fuck you sayin'?
What the fuck you
What the fuck you sayin'?
Word on the street, I'm a suspect
Hanging with the killers in the projects
Pulling up the foreign objects
Niggas can't see me with they optics
Take 'em all down to the level below
Introduce you to the Devil and yo
Dig 'em a grave with my shovel real slow
'Cause you sold your soul for gold now go
Back to the earth, back to the mud
Back to the bodies and buckets of blood
Back to the Hell with needle and drugs
Back to the hate and I'm feeling no love
This for the thugs, this for the drugs
The dirty glove, we don't show 'em no love
As below so above

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