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Esham - Play Dead lyrics
Well I was sleepin' dreamin' about my own death I'm like a cat with nine lives, but none left I hear word after word after word once again I find myself prayin' on my knees sayin' Amen Cold sweat falls off my head onto my pillow At night in my sleep I weep just like a willow I'm sufferin' I need some aspirin or some bufferin' Everytime I close my eyes it gets rougher in The rhythm cold smotherin' every sister and brother in Another murder, but red rum I never heard of Something when I'm thinkin' of drinkin' Some red rum 13 ways causin' bedlam Don't say I'm a problem you'll die if you follow me I'm like poison so come and swallow me Locked in your mind, a funky rhyme and I busted But when I start droppin' wicked shit you can't trust it Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde ridin' inside your mind It's hard to see the U-N-H-O-L-Y when you're blind Some say I'm the devil, but it's really all in your head And they say when I play I roll over and play dead A funky, funky rhyme is what I got A sellout is what I'm not Boomin' words from hell is hot, dissin' me will get you shot Esham affiliate of Reel Life Production All the suckers dissin' me, fuck 'em 'Cause my homicidal vital recital is still said And when I wake the dead the I play dead And I'm not dead and then I knock 'em out 'Cause dissin' me on a record ain't what it's all about Motherfuckers wanna come up and then they dumb up So get to the gat and put the fuckin' drum up Nigga how you figure you was bigger than a giant Tryin' to diss the undissable so keep tryin' Pick a pack a mags so get fitted for your bodybag You wanna do it like me? Let your words drag You're bound to catch 17 in the head So you better fake death or play dead You put the mic in the wrong hands then you get me A nigga that's hooked on A-C-I-D I can't go to sleep at night, I get hyped See you wanna dance with the devil in the holy light Wouldn't give a fuck if my records didn't sell 'Cause I'm goin' to hell with Pattie Labelle Florence Nightingale, sippin' on ale The devil's in the soup as the witches swap tails Can't save my soul as I was told Dropped outta school at 16 years old The mic is in my hand, the bitch is on my tip Niggaz wanna know am I a blood or a crypt Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge Playin' Russian Roulette with a gun to my head Snub nose grade me one peace a lead So if I win I guess I can't play dead |
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