Текст песни: Esham - I`ll Be Glad When You Dead

"Yo, Nineteen ninety ninety whateva
Closed Casket yo, we still comin outta coma,
and yo, tell `em how you feelin right now"

I`ll be glad when you dead, takin two to the head
Fill the body bag, blood stains, bloody mag
I can`t rest, til I put one dead in the center of your chest
N-A-T-A-S, fuck the gun control, sell my soul
Got the symptoms of insanity, I`m slippin, oh no
And my wicked, kick the wicked, some of the wicked shit I`m backin
Wit` the mack 10, motherfucka what`chyou wanna do?
Fuck yo crew, I don`t give a fuck, you know what you can suck
When I buck, betta duck
Or I`ma take one, two, three, niggas down wit me
Cause I don`t give a fuck punk, I`ll be glad when you dead

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I`ll be glad when you dead motherfucka
I`ll be glad when you dead (I`ll be glad when you dead)

I wanna see you do drop to them knees, wiggle them and squeeze
Blowin your brains in the breeze
I said Kill the Fetus, motherfuckin Jesus
Niggas bitin my melody, they keep on tellin me
Now I need some therapy, psychic connection
Dead bodies give me an erection, correction
Correctional facilities, can`t get with these
I gave life to the rhythm and I made it breathe
I can`t believe, you believe what you believe
If you believe in me then I`ll let you see
Until then when it`s done an said
I`ma bust one for yo head, I`ll be glad when you dead

[Chorus]

I`ll be glad when you locked in the body bag, zip-locked
Got the hammer cocked from the Glock
Shot`s bust, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
See the good die young, and all die must
And I trust in no man, no clan
I never run, I never ran, how I could just kill a man
Damn, lit shots, an Rude Boy come down
In Motown, I don`t fuck around
I`ma a nigga roamin understandin zero
Money is my hero
Don`t blame me for H-A-T-E, towards me and my crew
We kick the voodoo, and always like fuck you

"Put him in a bag, put him in a bag,
put him in a bag, put him in a bag,
put him in a bag, put him in a bag,
put him in a bag put him in a bag!!"

[Chorus] - 2X

I`ll be glad when you dead motherfucka
I`ll be glad when you dead motherfucka (I`ll be glad when you dead)
I`ll be glad when you dead motherfucka
I`ll be glad when you dead motherfucka (wrapped up in a body bag)
I`ll be glad when you dead motherfucka
I`ll be glad when you dead motherfucka

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"Yo, Nineteen ninety ninety whateva
Closed Casket yo, we still comin outta coma,
and yo, tell `em how you feelin right now"

I`ll be glad when you dead, takin two to the head
Fill the body bag, blood stains, bloody mag
I can`t rest, til I put one dead in the center of your chest
N-A-T-A-S, fuck the gun control, sell my soul
Got the symptoms of insanity, I`m slippin, oh no
And my wicked, kick the wicked, some of the wicked shit I`m backin
Wit` the mack 10, motherfucka what`chyou wanna do?
Fuck yo crew, I don`t give a fuck, you know what you can suck
When I buck, betta duck
Or I`ma take one, two, three, niggas down wit me
Cause I don`t give a fuck punk, I`ll be glad when you dead

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I`ll be glad when you dead motherfucka
I`ll be glad when you dead (I`ll be glad when you dead)

I wanna see you do drop to them knees, wiggle them and squeeze
Blowin your brains in the breeze
I said Kill the Fetus, motherfuckin Jesus
Niggas bitin my melody, they keep on tellin me
Now I need some therapy, psychic connection
Dead bodies give me an erection, correction
Correctional facilities, can`t get with these
I gave life to the rhythm and I made it breathe
I can`t believe, you believe what you believe
If you believe in me then I`ll let you see
Until then when it`s done an said
I`ma bust one for yo head, I`ll be glad when you dead

[Chorus]

I`ll be glad when you locked in the body bag, zip-locked
Got the hammer cocked from the Glock
Shot`s bust, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
See the good die young, and all die must
And I trust in no man, no clan
I never run, I never ran, how I could just kill a man
Damn, lit shots, an Rude Boy come down
In Motown, I don`t fuck around
I`ma a nigga roamin understandin zero
Money is my hero
Don`t blame me for H-A-T-E, towards me and my crew
We kick the voodoo, and always like fuck you

"Put him in a bag, put him in a bag,
put him in a bag, put him in a bag,
put him in a bag, put him in a bag,
put him in a bag put him in a bag!!"

[Chorus] - 2X

I`ll be glad when you dead motherfucka
I`ll be glad when you dead motherfucka (I`ll be glad when you dead)
I`ll be glad when you dead motherfucka
I`ll be glad when you dead motherfucka (wrapped up in a body bag)
I`ll be glad when you dead motherfucka
I`ll be glad when you dead motherfucka

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