everyone - esham

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everyone’s a killa now-a day
let me tell you about some killa sh-t
yo, everyone’s a killa

the first time killas made an attempt on my life
it was all about some money, it was funny
so i laughed, blood bathed it off
that b-st-rd’s soft
grab my pistol, i’m shootin’ missiles
here’s how you can be a super rap star and people try to kill
you too
it’s funny like that when you rap about death
the sh-t really follows you like every other breath
watch ya step, a thousand black crows fly through the sky
i hear voices in my head, everyone must die
why? i dunno, shot another rapper wit’ the .44
what the f-ck fo’?
deep in my psychosis lives this ferocious monster
that just wants to crush, grab guns, squeeze triggas, bullets
still can’t get enough, what a rush
blood stains soak the plush
carpet, oh sh-t
brain matter all over the room scattered
killas don’t talk but stalk the streets
i’m a complete cannibal, cookin’ ya dead meat
the seventh sign, walk da flatline
forever through time, eternally out my mind
while you keep tryin’ to save souls from dyin’
and h-ll is still hot and m-th-f-ckas still fryin’
and i ain’t lyin’ about abortion
‘cuz you can ‘kkkill the fetus’ and still hear ya baby cryin’

everyone… must… die (everyone must die) [8x]

everyone must die, i have no excuses for mental abuses
my uzi is useless without the clip in it
deep inside the darkness i slowly slip in it
murder by the minute, true confessions of a smith and wesson
livin’ in detroit all my life caused me to ‘mental stress’ and
‘panic attack’ and manic depression
blastin’ any -ss-ssin, askin’ no questions
murder for hire, my guns won’t retire, you’ll forever feel the
your desire to die collides with my obsession to just let slugs
why must i live like this?
blood stains on the floor from my slit wrists
suicidalist, mental poisionest, the flow grows slow into a dark
‘dead flowerz’ in the ‘midnight hour’
all people kill for the powder of power
whichever comes first before the guns burst
life indepentent or the back of a he-rs-
what’s worse than a wicked rhyme i disperse?
sh-lls from a gun as i yell and curse
sh-lls from a gun as i yell and curse
the sh-lls from a gun as i yell and curse


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