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Esham - The Devil Gets Funky lyrics
When I was born broke I was a joke to many But then I said gimme that respect now your on my jimmy The Unholy, bumpin out your system My kinda music'll make ya go get a exorcism I took a journey in ya mind and then I came out And when I said I'm out your mind I blew your brain out Some think I'm voodoo, but still I'm funky like doo doo Unholy's in the house with the whole kit and kaboodle Microphone mysterious, some say I'm delirious But if you bite my rhyme then you'll die and this is serious The seventh sign of death is the groove so lemme groove ya My flow is just to funky for you its time for me to move ya soul The I rock n roll to the next phase I'll make ya ears bleed blood on the air waves I think the rythym died, I tried to resurrect it But if my shit wasn't def then you'd eject it Disconnect it, uncorrected, as you selected As the devil gets funky (CHORUS) More Bounce... Hold it now, that's PLAYED OUT! What the fuck is that funky smell? Now is the Unholy sacrifice You'll pay the price crucified like Christ on the mic Some wonder the evil that men do I dont pretend to, cuz I'm fin to Get wicket for the sake of my own soul Sold my soul to the highest bidda, now I'm finna Drop juice, or should I say Acid Get loose and try ta diss you'll getcha ass kicked I got a knife and I'll cut cha throat And I'm stabbin any mothafucka who said I wasn't dope Now you see me, now you dont Now you wanna be me, I wonder what fo' Is it cuz, Esham's far from a fuckin ho Fuck with me and I'll end up on death row You'll get broken in just like a pair of slacks I break ho's, break hearts, and break backs Killer tracks on wax attack Cuz my mouth is so dirty they wanna wash it with Ajax My nine rhymes go bang it aint no thang All ya'll pussies cant hang as the devil gets funky (CHORUS) What the fuck is that funky smell? The devil's just actin' a motherfuckin fool What the fuck is that funky smell? The Devil get's funky... Well as I, get funky in the disco And take your mind for a spin like Sisco On stage I'm still packin my pistol I take all my ho's to the Bristol My Acid Rap ya gonna smoke it like cocaine And if ya dont really like it aint no thang I made this for my homies aint shit changed Just the price on the bird and the Night Train Ya say blind milly chilly got glasses I got 20/20 vision just to peep out the asses In the house for the nineteen nine O's And my crew is fuckin nothin but fine ho's So when you see us better give up the monkey Cuz I'ma get in that ass and let the devil get funky What the fuck is that funky smell? The Devil get's funky... |
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