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Превод: Esham. Бум!.
Превод: Esham. Бум! (С участието на насилие J).
! BOOM like what! WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM WHAT WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM Killers run up in
it 'cuz Death will A homicidal vital, recital is my title Gotta serious psychological problem, Death's my idol Crucifix, a trick to black magic A brother named Esham
Like clockwork, my jock hurt 'cause I bone so many ho's, that's how it goes This is anotha one them sex, triple X And if you listen to my tune, you
's fightin words As im reciting words suckers are rewritin my words Its simple and plain to see Plain and simple to see That I'm Esham and I'm
is on the microphone I had to make it funky once again for my opponent I left the stage fulla blood stains 'cause I was on it The U-N-H-O-L-Y, Esham
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
Well I met this girl I was dazey crazy for the ho The bitch took my feelin's and phazed me, I know I shoulda watch my back but I did'nt so My
you doing But it feels so good, you think you're screwin' You feel something tingle As you giggle, and start to wiggle, but still single Playin' that Esham
N-H-O-L-Y-L-Y-O-H-N-U To rock a ryhme I wont pretend to Next on the menu, funky rhyme descends to Love the way the bass go boom on ten Let me bust
rhythm and I'm stil grinnin', And I brought death to the image of Lenin. Let me begin, amen for the brothers and sisters, A musicial sacrifice to Esham
is my fucking hobby I leave it all sloppy like a beat up jalopy And my style of fuckin, your man cant copy Havin' wet dreams scream, be a dream for Esham
beat your ass I don't say, I spray niggaz olay Like a '74, homey don't play Down on the east side, my name is Esham Rollin' through your hood, and I'
Fuck around and be on the wrong end of a gun son Your listenin to insanity, but that's just demandin me I say I'm Esham and you said how can it be I'ma
Im buzzin, I need some True Not like the shit that you smoke that you grew Straight from Jamaica where the green grass grow Cop me some Tops and Im ready
