Текст песни: Esham - My Last Words

Devilish rockin` in hell
Mind of a psycho funk I sell
The U-N-H-O-L-Y just as well
I think I gotta buzz from the quart of Champelle
Time to get wicked watch me kick it
And I`m a throw it in your face until your sick of it
You see the radio won`t play my music
If I say suck my dick they refuse it
Fuck the radio now what `cha wanna do
Fuck 107.5 and channel 62
Fuck the new dance show also
"I`m sick of that shit, listen to the hit"
And any motherfucker who doubts me
Close your mouth `cause you don`t know shit about me
I got a whole new attitude, I still get rude
I still kick wicked shit and I ain`t changin` shit
Fuck censorship I say suck my dick
Back to back with a ho and a bitch
And all y`all suckas can suck my balls
And if I`m goin` to hell, I`m goin` out sayin` fuck y`all

(CHORUS)(4x)
Yeah I got some last words
Fuck all y`all

Bitches, niggaz, parents, teachers
The radio, the church house, and the preacher
Suck my dick till I die
You think I give a fuck if I make your grandma cry
Bitch get real, `cause I`m a get ill
Some nigga tryin` to dis me? Now be for real
I got the funk I flow, just to fuck ya ho
And I`m cold gettin` pussy `cause your bitch said so
Fuck Reverend Night, while I rock the mic
Better lock your doors on devil`s night
`Cause I`m a crucafix and let loose the mix
And for the punks who don`t like me let loose my dick
Turn the noise up and watch me tear it up
And if ya ain`t singin` with me shut the fuck up
I`m gonna make ya holler, while I clock big dollars
While your bitch is cold screamin` my name, yes y`all
For all y`all hopin` for my downfall
Fuck all y`all

(CHORUS)

On your FM band, I get banned off the radio dial
I get buck wild, now I gotta style
That just won`t quit
And if you don`t like it just suck my dick
The U-N-H-O-L-Y son of a bitch
Cold holdin` my dick `cause I`m doin` this shit
How this shit be done rappin` son of a gun
You said you saw me with the devil, but I ain`t the one
So try to fess me, or even test me
But fuck you and Elvis Presley
I`m sick of that dead motherfucker let him die
Everybody always comin` with an alibi
Now they say he ain`t dead, he livin` in Texas
When all the bitches on the planet think I`m sexist
Fuck Elvis Presley he can suck my nuts yes
What he meant to you, I give a fuck less
And I don`t care about you, her, or him
It`s long, tall, short, fat E-S-H-A-M
And to all the ones that hope for my downfall
It`ll never happen so fuck all y`all

(CHORUS)

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Devilish rockin` in hell
Mind of a psycho funk I sell
The U-N-H-O-L-Y just as well
I think I gotta buzz from the quart of Champelle
Time to get wicked watch me kick it
And I`m a throw it in your face until your sick of it
You see the radio won`t play my music
If I say suck my dick they refuse it
Fuck the radio now what `cha wanna do
Fuck 107.5 and channel 62
Fuck the new dance show also
"I`m sick of that shit, listen to the hit"
And any motherfucker who doubts me
Close your mouth `cause you don`t know shit about me
I got a whole new attitude, I still get rude
I still kick wicked shit and I ain`t changin` shit
Fuck censorship I say suck my dick
Back to back with a ho and a bitch
And all y`all suckas can suck my balls
And if I`m goin` to hell, I`m goin` out sayin` fuck y`all

(CHORUS)(4x)
Yeah I got some last words
Fuck all y`all

Bitches, niggaz, parents, teachers
The radio, the church house, and the preacher
Suck my dick till I die
You think I give a fuck if I make your grandma cry
Bitch get real, `cause I`m a get ill
Some nigga tryin` to dis me? Now be for real
I got the funk I flow, just to fuck ya ho
And I`m cold gettin` pussy `cause your bitch said so
Fuck Reverend Night, while I rock the mic
Better lock your doors on devil`s night
`Cause I`m a crucafix and let loose the mix
And for the punks who don`t like me let loose my dick
Turn the noise up and watch me tear it up
And if ya ain`t singin` with me shut the fuck up
I`m gonna make ya holler, while I clock big dollars
While your bitch is cold screamin` my name, yes y`all
For all y`all hopin` for my downfall
Fuck all y`all

(CHORUS)

On your FM band, I get banned off the radio dial
I get buck wild, now I gotta style
That just won`t quit
And if you don`t like it just suck my dick
The U-N-H-O-L-Y son of a bitch
Cold holdin` my dick `cause I`m doin` this shit
How this shit be done rappin` son of a gun
You said you saw me with the devil, but I ain`t the one
So try to fess me, or even test me
But fuck you and Elvis Presley
I`m sick of that dead motherfucker let him die
Everybody always comin` with an alibi
Now they say he ain`t dead, he livin` in Texas
When all the bitches on the planet think I`m sexist
Fuck Elvis Presley he can suck my nuts yes
What he meant to you, I give a fuck less
And I don`t care about you, her, or him
It`s long, tall, short, fat E-S-H-A-M
And to all the ones that hope for my downfall
It`ll never happen so fuck all y`all

(CHORUS)

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