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Fecha de emisión: 18.06.2019
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Celebrity Meltdown |
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 Hell with him |
I be killin' demons, ninjas |
Nigga, 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 Hell 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 |
Niggas in Hell still wanna get at me |
Ain’t been the same since they tried to kidnap me |
Now I’m insane, I’m the unholy pappy |
Don’t trust nobody, I shot up the party |
Bitch was talkin' shit, I slapped up your thotty |
If you’re scared, 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 bloody trail, take me to trial |
Fuck these niggas and these bitches 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 retarded and he really don’t say much |
What the fuck you |
What the fuck you sayin'? |
What the fuck you |
What the fuck you sayin'? |
Word on the street, I’m a suspect |
Hangin' with the killers in the projects |
Pullin' up the foreign objects |
Niggas 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 Hell 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 |