Kill Meow - Esham

Don’t stop, body rock, steppin' hard in my gators

I’m from Detroit, I’m a player, all I know is get that paper

Wakin' up, bakin' up, cookin' up, and cakin' up

I’m real as fuck, you fake as fuck, I had enough, we breakin' up

Shake it up, shake it down, systematic break down

You gon' throw your back out, my family never cracked out

You say yo down, I failed too, yeah I been to Hell too

I got a soul to sell too, Jesus died on the cross He was nailed to

So this might start a revolution evolution

Wicketshit I’m introducing.

Suicide is no solution

Give me death or retribution.

I’ve come to this conclusion

All your corrupt collusion, the whole world’s an illusion

Don’t stop, keep it poppin', steppin' hard in her stilettos

Heavy heavy metal, and she straight about the ghetto

She do it 'til it fuckin' hurts.

Girl, you’re too sexy for that shirt

What you doin' after work?

Let’s get into some dirt

It’s happy hour, pussy power, she came here to straight devour

Alcohol and golden showers, she don’t want no flowers

It’s gushy, I like sushi.

She wet like a jacuzzi

Got a body on my Uzi, still they choose to be like who’s he

But that’s okay, though, hey ho, come blow me like tornado

It’s all up in my nasal, and still the flow is fatal

Mistakes, I can’t afford it.

I think it, then I thought it

My microphone’s distorted, but still I just record it

You.

I clapped you, they applauded

I sell it 'cause you bought it.

I piss, and you just caught it

I threw up in the toilet, 'cause I’m an alcoholic

Don’t wanna spoil it, but the wicketshit is what I call it

Don’t stop, keep it wicked, suicidal’s how I kick it

Acid rap got you addicted, pain inside is self-inflicted

All the pain inside is self-inflicted

All the pain inside is self-inflicted

All the pain inside is self-inflicted

All the pain inside is self-inflicted