Esham - Boom! lyrics

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Esham - Boom! lyrics

"Detroit listeners out there, you better be sure to stop by the Galaxy club where there's a freestyle superfly fresh contest going On tonight. if you got the sk**s you better get your hiphop a** On down here, cause we got dj clueless on the wheels of steel" (The f**, f**s, trying to freestyle, oh, I'll be down there. Yeah, I got something for all these muthaf**as down there. yeah.) [Esham] Mortification is my next demonstration I'd ask you for a light pumping gas at the station Here's my situation: I hate many people So I hear no evil say no evil just like kanieval Leave you headless, bloody mess Like you was ridin a ducati Ladey dahdey Broke every bone in your body, I'm not sorry I'll probably murder you, voices tellin me do what he say "k** the dj! f** what he play! mayday mayday!" Boom boom, blood's all over the room I f**ed your b**h like a witch with the broom Dooms-day, murderers say, "all why'all must pay when the buck shots spray!" Who wants to challenge me? Grab the mic and bust your rap But then I'm a just go grab my strap and just commence to bustin caps Leaving bodies piled up in freestyle clubs. f**! You better make room! boom like what! [Chorus] What? why'all make room when we show up boom boom boom What what? why'all make room when we show up boom boom boom k**ers run up in this b**h, start bustin off shots Hitting mirror balls, lazer lights, and people on the top I'm lookin for the dj 'cause he don't see it my way I'm 'bout to blow him out his headphones and spin some abk I'm like a molitove co*ktail breaking on your wall I'm setting sh** off, I'll blow your lid off, your body fall You don't need aluminol, I'm leavin blood everywhere And I'm aiming for the head and hair of everybody there I'm like a gra**hopper quick to jump, I'm spreading my wings You say the wicked sh**'ll die, I say you f*ggots seeing things And all you b**hes know: I'm gangsta. don't ask me to dance I might straight panic, pull the gat, and blow your p**y out your pants It's the wicked sh**. it's e and j. it's hotter than hell And every devil's night, we hunt them down and slaughter d12 I take the moose gun and shot your bu*t and blow it out your back Turn and face the camera, "where your hatches at?" Throw em up why'all [Chorus] Make room Guess who coming in? Grab my gun again They told me he was one of them So I done him in A k**er's on the hunt again Smoke my blunt again Fatality finished him, I won again Repentance, my vengeance, so I'm not sentenced a hundred years It's burning my ears, and blood is mixed with my tears, fears My styles gets rid of this, drive-by's and wheelchairs All you see is smoke in the air cause we don't care. [Chorus]

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