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Heard of thoughts going on in the free world Broke out the asylum and killed a girl Just to warm up just to get it on Cuz I'ma be cutting throats till the break of dawn Can't nobody get me I've always been a psycho but now they coming with me That's straight to Wit T. Mark Cuz I believe every throat deserves a good cut Look in my brain It's fucking insane Roll around naked in the acid rain Rich bitch fucker Took me for a sucker Now we killing you instead of killing each other Walked in your house Shot him in the mouth Lean back the head and pour the brains out My lyrics are strong It's only a song The government front like they don't know what's going on Fuck...I'll take the matter in my own hands Cut ya down, cat, cut ya down Cuz I know the rich go jogging And I'm waiting in the bushes axe to the noggin About thirty, forty times Psychedelic sick with a psycho, psycho rhyme Letras de cancionesThought you'd keep the killing in one place But I'm at your door, motherfucker have a taste Fucking you up, won't let you pass Fucking you up, shot you in the ass Jumped out the alleyway with the motherfucking battle axe Throwin' dead bodies on the motherfucking train tracks I'm sick of this shit on my TV They're showing psychopathics and I see me And you're calling me a homeless hobo While I'm laying on my sway couch listening to Mojo Snipe you in the head from a tower I'll chase your naked ass clean out the shower Finally catch you down the block Take this here gat, shoot ya in the cock Who you fucking with governor E? Don't you know I'll hang your dead ass from a tree? Yup, then swing you by the foot Mister jumble-looking bald-head punk bitch!! Stroll to the banquet party Drank all they brew, then shot everybody They set it up wrong Created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long Thought we'd kill each other off Didn't think we'd come to the suburbs, jack off The clown'll stick his knife in your face Motherfucker...have a taste In Detroit, doing time, time be done With a number of solutions cuz we're nothing but wicked men How many motherfuckers have I known over the years Got their necks blown out or crippled in their fears? And I'll tell you cuz I've been in many schools further this Cuz I'm drawn by the one vision of the iron fist Raised with the crime with nothing to eat So my natural instinct is to kill in the streets But I'm above that, my sense of caution Jumpsteady stepping over the government's brainwashing Take it, take it further, take it further, take it far Don't let them even judge you cause you know who you are Seems they don't even know about the inner city crime war Money on the troops in the desert, what the fuck for? Damn, that's stupid, their minds must be failing Think I'd rather pay a little extra to the gallon And save a human life or two End this ghetto war for the homies that I once knew You're peeping out the bomb with your closed eyes You're peeping out the bomb with your closed eyes, ho I have a mind, killer rage Waiting for change In the folds of my jacket, I craddle my gauge What'cha gonna do when I show up at your place? Try ignore it this time, motherfucker, have a taste You need a spoonful, in another words, a little taste So let me feed you the city life at a steady pace Wake up to gunfire, thinking it was a dream Till you hear neighbors holler and a young child scream Everyday thing, think you can take it Just wait till you see the crackhead at your front door, naked Beggin' for money acting like he know ya You slam the door in fear, but someday he'll show ya Catch ya at gun point range, you're getting jacked "Come up with it, bitch!!!" now you don't know how to act But that's life inexperienced is a mutha Happens everyday, one after another But the suburb living is high class Well, high class, never see me trade with your ass And show you the rough times Hungry, homeless people committing crime after crime And bitches coming to pipe for dough Then they run to rock sto' To buy some rock snow And I hear you're making fun of that ICP, "What's up E?" Get your bats It's time for you to crack some necks And if they don't know now, show them what to expect Because it doesn't matter the race or the place Capitol E, giving the inner city taste We headed from Birmingham, Groose Pointe, and Beverly Hills!! I thought you knew 'cause we in a devilish mood... Guess who's rolling with the ICP? The Black Devil coming straight from the D I'm heading out to Birmingham My temperature is burnin', man Looking for the governor to kill him and I think I can Violent J, know the way, so I'm gonna getcha' If you're standing in my way, I'm gettin' with 'cha The Black Devil, that devil ya don't know Gettin' mo' pussy than Bel Biv Devoe Hey man, do you know my name? Esham with Natas, not Soul Train So gimme mine cuz it ain't about black and white It ain't about wrong and right On Devil's Night I'll burn a cross in your fucking face Now homicide's gotta new case So gimme a taste... So gimme a taste So gimme a taste So gimme a taste So gimme a taste Just a little taste, just a little taste Have a little taste, have a little Just a little taste, just a little taste Have a little taste, have a little Just a little taste, just a little taste Have a little taste, have a little Just a little taste, just a little taste Have a little taste, have a little Just a little taste, just a little taste Have a little taste, have a little Just a little taste, just a little taste Have a little taste, have a little Just a little taste... From Letras Mania