Текст (слова) песни: Esham f Violent J - Boom

 
Detroit listeners out there 
you`d better be sure to stop by at the Galaxy Club 
where there`s a freestyle, super fresh contest going on tonight 
If you got the skills you better get yout hip-hop ass on down here 
We got DJ Clueless on the wheels of steel 
 
[Esham] 
Mortification is my next demonstration 
I`d ask you for a lite pumpin` gas at the station 
Here`s my situtation 
I hate many people 
So I hear no see no say no evil 
Just like Knieval 
Leave you headless bloody mess 
Like you was ridin` a Ducati 
Ladidadi broke every bone in your body I`m not sorry 
I`d probely murder you 
Voices tellin` me do what he say 
Kill a DJ 
Fuck what he play 
Mayday Mayday 
BOOM! BOOM! 
Blood`s all over the room 
I fucked yo bitch 
Like a witch with a broom 
Doom`s 
Day 
Murderers say 
All y`all must pay when the buckshot`s spray 
Who wants the challenge me 
Grab the mic and bust yo raps 
But then I`m just gonna grab my strap 
And just commence to bustin` caps 
Leaving bodies piled up 
In freestyle clubs(fuck) 
You better make room 
BOOM like what 
 
[Chorus: repeat 2X] 
WHAT! y`all ain`t BOOM! 
When we show up 
BOOM BOOM BOOM 
WHAT! 
 
[Violent J] 
Killaz run up in this bitch 
Start bustin` off shots 
Hittin literballs, lazer lights and people on the top 
I`m looking for the dj 
Cuz he don`t see it my way 
I`m bout 2 blow `em out his head 
?????? some A.B.K 
I`m like a molitov cocktail 
Breakin` on your wall 
I`m setting shit off 
I blow your lid off 
Your body falls 
You don`t need aluminoliam 
Leavin` blood everywhere 
And I`m aiming for the head n hair of everybody their 
I`m like a grasshopper 
Quick to jump I`m spreading my wings 
You say the wicked shit will die 
I say you faggots seeing things 
And all you bitches know I`m gangsta 
Don`t ask me to dance 
I might straight panic pull the gat 
And blow your pussy out your pants 
It`s the wicked shit It`s E n J 
It`s hotter than Hell 
And every Devil`s Night we hunt them down 
And slaughter D-12 
I take the moosegun and shut your blood and blow it out your back 
Turning face to camera 
Where your hatchets at 
Throw `em up y`all 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Esham] 
Make room 
Guess who comin in 
Grab my gun again 
They told me he was one of them 
So I done him in 
A killers on the hunt again 
Smoke my blunt again 
Fatality finished him I win again 
Repentance my vengance 
So I`m not sentanced a hundred years 
It`s burning my ears and blood is mixed with my tears fears 
My styles get rid of theres 
Drive-bys in wheelchairs 
All you see is smoke in the air 
Cuz we don`t care 
 
[Chorus]
 

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