We Cumin For U - Esham

I’m coming for you

I’m coming for you

I’m coming for you

I’m coming for you

I’m coming for you

I’m coming for you

I know you wish I was dead form the shit i be makin up Reality’s nightmare, dead men don’t wake up In and outcha mind, flatline, straight up through the darkness

I’m heartless and regaurdless, the wicketness, i’ma spark dis

Now let me kick the wicket shit that got me paid bitch

Triple six, the unholy, back up boy you don’t know me

I’ll slit ya fuckin thoat plus the murder i wrote

Daddy will blast for me, wicket catashrophy

When I got spliff wrote my name on the wall in grafitti

I takes from the rich and I gives to the needy

Punks don’t know my steelo man I rock up a kilo

My undrstanded zero plus i’m no super hero

You say you want a revolution, well bitch

A young nigga sittin on ammo plus i’m rich

The fallen angel strangled sev-er-al

N-A-T-A-S got federal

Fuck the radio and public broadcast it Timothy Mcbay need to be wrapped in plastic

Shoot you in yo face for my mothafuckin respect

Judgement day in my god damn tape deck

I’m coming for you

I’m coming for you

I’m coming for you

I’m coming for you

I’m coming for you

I’m coming for you

I’m the wicketest demon ever bless the microphone

As i spit this curse, I watch ya brain burst

It gets worse

Nigga what the fuck you thought

For murder raps, ghost writers never get caught

Can’t understand the spell i cast to the mass

I make a young nigga blast if i give 'em the task

I got master sterea in ya area

And in america, i’m bringin the terror

On devils night

I’ma watch ya city burn

I’m coming for you

I’m coming for you

I’m coming for you

I’m coming for you

I’m coming for you

I’m coming for you