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Esham - Wake the Dead lyrics
Picked up a Holy Bible and it burned my hands Tonight all the dead in the cemetery will dance The witch is on the broom stick, she put me in the mix Now it's time to teach an old dog new tricks You can't learn, so I burn your Holy Bible Let's take a trip into my mind I'm suicidal I'll get'cha locked inside my brain cell And turn the world upside-down and make it rain hell I know you can't see, I'm not your G-O-D I got my soul on wax, I spin it back as I melt wax The unwritten, rhymes forbidden, but still hittin' The U-N-H-O-L-Y and I ain't bullshittin' Pray all night and day, my soul might be saved I make dead bodies roll over their graves I drop one, drop two, and then 3, 4 After that I'll scream God I can't wait for more WAKE THE DEAD Wakin' up D-E-A-D bodies around me And I'm from motherfuckin' motown G Blood stains all in the river 'cause I'm slittin' throats Bodies chokin' and croakin' when I hit a note Rotten, gone but not forgotten Breathe your last breath 'cause the rhyme was death So yes y'all, get off the wall for the psycho Alfadiscobeta vinyl Aquadoodoo, rock my voodoo I'm kinda wicked when I kick it thought you knew I get funky in the joint, but what's the point Esham and I'm from D motherfuckin' troit Back up off me I'm black like coffee I rock for the suicidalists not the softees Up and at 'em, I'm runnin' at 'em I got 'em scared Now watch the devil get loose as I wake the dead WAKE THE DEAD I never fall back, I'm not a new jack I get to sayin' wicked shit and get a flashback I gotta unholy mind brain, money dollar insane poetry To all the people that knowin' me Some say I'm crazy for kickin' my looney tunes When I drop bass, my shit goes boom Never ever fake shit, on stage I break shit And when I'm rockin' it you know it's the shit I'm never stuck up so shut the fuck up 'Cause talkin' some shit about me will run your luck up Headbangers bang your head to wake the dead The red rum or is the rum red From a black man, killa rap man I'm not the caped crusaed named Batman I like it louder, I'll make it prouder I'll make your system blow up like gun powder Yes yes y'all, that's what I'm sayin' All the headbangers bang your head to wake the dead WAKE THE DEAD |
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