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letra de celebrity meltdown - esham

[intro]
oh no, no, oh no

[verse]
i’m from detroit, yeah, i destroy
i’m a suicidalist like a suicide boy
i’m nutty as an almond joy
unholy black devil, i’m the real mccoy
i’ma put you in a body bag
and send ya back down to h-ll with him
i be k!llin’ demons, ninjas
n-gga, it’s the e-s-h-a-m
walk like slim, talk like jim
reel life logo on my brim
they gon’ drown if they can’t swim
way too grim, i can’t be them
back ’em all up, buck ’em all down
i’ma send ’em to h-ll with a couple of rounds
bangin’ and slangin’ i load the banana clip
in the ak and spray, they on the ground
gotta be happy, i clap to a dat beat
n-ggas in h-ll still wanna get at me
ain’t been the same since they tried to kidnap me
now i’m insane, i’m thе unholy pappy
don’t trust n0body, i shot up the party
b-tch was talkin’ sh-t, i slapped up your thotty
if you’re scarеd, get a dog or learn karate
your whole style is shotty, is choppy but copy
eye of the tiger but no i’m not rocky
bust you in your mouth like you playin’ hockey
just ’cause you goalie don’t mean you can stop me
i lay many victims out tryin’ to block me
celebrity meltdown, livin’ in denial
suicidal thoughts since i was a child
put another rapper in the dead body pile
walk the bl–dy trail, take me to trial
f-ck these n-ggas and these b-tches gotta pay up
twenty-four seven never sleep and i’ma stay up
esham’s dope, ho, you might as well weight up
rappers be r-t-rded and he really don’t say much
what the f-ck you
what the f-ck you sayin’?
what the f-ck you
what the f-ck you sayin’?
word on the street, i’m a suspect
hangin’ with the k!llers in the projects
pullin’ up the foreign objects
n-ggas can’t see me with they optics
take ’em all down to the level below
introduce you to the devil and yo
dig ’em a grave with my shovel real slow
’cause you sold your soul for gold now go
back to the earth, back to the mud
back to the bodies and buckets of blood
back to the h-ll with needle and drugs
back to the hate and i’m feelin’ no love
this for the thugs, this for the drugs
the dirty glove, we don’t show ’em no love
as below so above

- esham

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