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165376\n  - text: nigga)\n    start_ms: 165469\nplain: |-\n  This goes out to all you chatty ass motherfuckers,\n  wack motherfuckers, can't fuck with the mad motherfuckers,\n  chatty ass motherfucker\n  It ain't shit, wicked, like this wicked wicked shit\n  You want me to kick this shit, well let me kick it bitch\n  Who we gets that nigga so mysterious\n  You dyin' to know who I be you so curious\n  You say I cannot be down, I cannot be liked\n  I cannot be that wicked on the mic\n  Hey I'm so sick of this shit, I'm so sick of this here\n  We so curious, I got you bitches livin' in fear\n  I see so many motherfuckers that cannot duplicate it\n  Tryin' to be like natas, satan, satan, natas, natas, satan\n  You can bite this style for a while and still feel chatty\n  You wine happy, so go marry\n  (CHORUS)(4x)\n  You's a chatty ass nigga\n  A chatty ass nigga\n  Chatty ass nigga nigga chatty, call me mack daddy\n  When I'm rollin' through your fuckin' hood\n  The bitches know it's all good\n  Down for the dirt, puttin' in work\n  Liftin' up skirt, bitches get hurt\n  It's that nigga TNT, bitch you better recognize\n  Fuckin' with a voodoo child, bitch you could be paralyzed\n  Keep my fuckin' name out'cha mouth before I blast ya\n  Nobody asked ya, I rose like Casper\n  Boom, boom, boom, bitch dropped dead\n  Some slugs in his head, for some jitty Jim said\n  Chatty ass niggaz don't live long\n  And most dead niggaz don't sing no songs\n  (CHORUS)\n  You's a chatty bitch, call me pimp daddy bitch\n  Never loved a hoe, and had he switched\n  Then you know who's on my dick\n  I don't know stay up off my dick though\n  Quick to kick the sick flow, dissin' all wicked hoes\n  And we be foes not friends 'cause\n  I can't deal with your ills, I gives a fuck how you feel\n  Playa hata, I got no love for your kind\n  You be hopin' that I fall, so fuck all of y'all\n  (CHORUS)\n  Now what kinda nigga is a chatty ass nigga\n  Dat bitch nigga is a chatty ass nigga(2x)\n"},{"id":5628806,"name":"Can't Take It Wit Cha","trackName":"Can't Take It Wit Cha","artistName":"Esham","albumName":"Closed Casket","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, yeah, there was somthin I wanted to say, oh yeah, yo\n(CHORUS)\nAll that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)\nYou can't take it wit cha\nAll that shit that dope might get cha (so give it up)\nAll that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)\nYou can't take it wit cha\nAll that shit that dope might get cha (so listen to this shit)\nMost niggaz like money, car's, pussy ho\nPockets on swole roll true's and vogue's\nYou sell your soul as the story is tole\nJust a hold on a bitch lookin like Envogue\nSo ya slang em, gangbang em, nuts hang em\nAnd bitches want the money but tricks you can't blame em\nGot ducket's, mother fuck it, so ya stuck it\nYou either Flavor Flav it or ya chuck chuck chuck it\nGot a big ol' house that sit on a hill\nGettin high till you die 'cause that's the way you feel\nBut on the real, I don't give a fuck what you got\n'cause it don't mean shit when yo ass get shot\nWhy not, most niggaz plot with the gloc\nAnd only gloc's go pop piggety pop pop pop\nYou just can't stop it if they comin to get cha\nAnd oh yeah, you can't take it wit cha\n(CHORUS)\nAll that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)\nYou can't take it wit cha\nAll that shit that dope might get cha (none of that)\nAll that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)\nYou can't take it wit cha\nYou might get you a house, a woman, and maybe a baby\nIf you don't go crazy first\nAnd tell me what's worse bein broke or a hearse (huh)\nMoney is a black man's curse, but still\nWe got to have dollar bills,\n'cause if I can't see it then the shit ain't real\nWhere I live, crackhead heaven 24-7\nNo hope for the city of dope\nIt ain't no heaven, god don't like my hood\n'cause my hood is hell and it ain't no good\nGot money to the ceilin' oh what a feelin\nO.G. dealin, Caps get peeled and next\nHo's want checks for some sex\nPussy's get recked dick shoved through they neck\nNo respect, you get no respect so he hit cha\nSnap your love like a picture\nHo you can't take it wit cha\n(CHORUS)\nAll that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)\nYou can't take it wit cha\nAll that shit that dope might get cha (none of that)\nAll that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)\nYou can't take it wit cha\nYou can't take it wit cha, no love, no lust\nNo one, no gun, no cap to bust\nAll the things in life you've ever had\nGet zipped and locked in the bodybag\nWhat's left? Life after death, you don't know\nWhen you die, you might meet the people you owe\nDeath row, that's where we all gon' go\nSell your soul to the devil get a tag on your toe\nOh no, no more bitches and television\nGet a trip to the morgue for your final circumsision\nWhat the fuck? You don't know what from what\n'cause they even took your dick and your nuts\nMan you can't take it wit cha\n(CHORUS)\nAll that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)\nYou can't take it wit cha\nAll that shit that dope might get cha (none of that)\nAll that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)\nYou can't take it wit cha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can't Take It Wit Cha\n  artist: Esham\n  album: Closed Casket\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, yeah, there was somthin I wanted to say, oh yeah, yo\n  (CHORUS)\n  All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)\n  You can't take it wit cha\n  All that shit that dope might get cha (so give it up)\n  All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)\n  You can't take it wit cha\n  All that shit that dope might get cha (so listen to this shit)\n  Most niggaz like money, car's, pussy ho\n  Pockets on swole roll true's and vogue's\n  You sell your soul as the story is tole\n  Just a hold on a bitch lookin like Envogue\n  So ya slang em, gangbang em, nuts hang em\n  And bitches want the money but tricks you can't blame em\n  Got ducket's, mother fuck it, so ya stuck it\n  You either Flavor Flav it or ya chuck chuck chuck it\n  Got a big ol' house that sit on a hill\n  Gettin high till you die 'cause that's the way you feel\n  But on the real, I don't give a fuck what you got\n  'cause it don't mean shit when yo ass get shot\n  Why not, most niggaz plot with the gloc\n  And only gloc's go pop piggety pop pop pop\n  You just can't stop it if they comin to get cha\n  And oh yeah, you can't take it wit cha\n  (CHORUS)\n  All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)\n  You can't take it wit cha\n  All that shit that dope might get cha (none of that)\n  All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)\n  You can't take it wit cha\n  You might get you a house, a woman, and maybe a baby\n  If you don't go crazy first\n  And tell me what's worse bein broke or a hearse (huh)\n  Money is a black man's curse, but still\n  We got to have dollar bills,\n  'cause if I can't see it then the shit ain't real\n  Where I live, crackhead heaven 24-7\n  No hope for the city of dope\n  It ain't no heaven, god don't like my hood\n  'cause my hood is hell and it ain't no good\n  Got money to the ceilin' oh what a feelin\n  O.G. dealin, Caps get peeled and next\n  Ho's want checks for some sex\n  Pussy's get recked dick shoved through they neck\n  No respect, you get no respect so he hit cha\n  Snap your love like a picture\n  Ho you can't take it wit cha\n  (CHORUS)\n  All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)\n  You can't take it wit cha\n  All that shit that dope might get cha (none of that)\n  All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)\n  You can't take it wit cha\n  You can't take it wit cha, no love, no lust\n  No one, no gun, no cap to bust\n  All the things in life you've ever had\n  Get zipped and locked in the bodybag\n  What's left? Life after death, you don't know\n  When you die, you might meet the people you owe\n  Death row, that's where we all gon' go\n  Sell your soul to the devil get a tag on your toe\n  Oh no, no more bitches and television\n  Get a trip to the morgue for your final circumsision\n  What the fuck? You don't know what from what\n  'cause they even took your dick and your nuts\n  Man you can't take it wit cha\n  (CHORUS)\n  All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)\n  You can't take it wit cha\n  All that shit that dope might get cha (none of that)\n  All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)\n  You can't take it wit cha\n"},{"id":6326042,"name":"Therapy","trackName":"Therapy","artistName":"Esham","albumName":"Closed Casket","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, this muthafuckin Dead boy up in this bitch\nYo,got my muthafuckin nigga Esham ready to kick this shit for you hoes\nWalkin on the flatlines fumblin with the razor blade\nRumblin with the ace of spade is where the wicket rhymes are made\nSometimes I really feel like\nI just can't deal with the pressures of life\nSo I walk around with the bloody butcher knife\nTherapy,man I need some therapy cause ain't nobody scarin me\nI ain't got no love cause no one cares for me\nSlippin it into to darkness I'm beyond that and pass that\nOnce I catch a flashback\nSnap and that's yo ass\nBlack Devil get a shovel,grave digga\nHow you figure you gon' kill a dead nigga\nYou gon kill a dead nigga\nBloody body baby bloody man I'm nutty what he thought\nNine dead bodies and I never got caught\nWalk the flatlines,man I walk the flatlines\nAnd dead body chalk lines make me walk lines\nI don't sniff lines .45 slug to my mind\nSometime\nI feel I'm on the flatline\nMan I need some therapy\nI'm having suicidal thoughts\nBrain cells dead from the coma\nMy aroma dead body rotten gone but not forgotten\nSeems like you forgot\nMan I took one shot\nNow I lay me down to sleep body hot rot\nGot no love when I was a toddler\nNow I swallow bullets for fun playin games with the gun\nHope I spit up,get up,throw up,mind blow up\nI told my teacher I want to be like Hitler when I grow up\nNow I got a mental block got the pussy hammer cocked\nTick tock and ya don't stop make the pussy pop\nTo the break of dawn,to the break of dawn\nOnce again it's on\n.357 chrome plated to my dome\nNow I know you want to know about knowing what I'm knowing\nIf","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Therapy\n  artist: Esham\n  album: Closed Casket\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, this muthafuckin Dead boy up in this bitch\n  Yo,got my muthafuckin nigga Esham ready to kick this shit for you hoes\n  Walkin on the flatlines fumblin with the razor blade\n  Rumblin with the ace of spade is where the wicket rhymes are made\n  Sometimes I really feel like\n  I just can't deal with the pressures of life\n  So I walk around with the bloody butcher knife\n  Therapy,man I need some therapy cause ain't nobody scarin me\n  I ain't got no love cause no one cares for me\n  Slippin it into to darkness I'm beyond that and pass that\n  Once I catch a flashback\n  Snap and that's yo ass\n  Black Devil get a shovel,grave digga\n  How you figure you gon' kill a dead nigga\n  You gon kill a dead nigga\n  Bloody body baby bloody man I'm nutty what he thought\n  Nine dead bodies and I never got caught\n  Walk the flatlines,man I walk the flatlines\n  And dead body chalk lines make me walk lines\n  I don't sniff lines .45 slug to my mind\n  Sometime\n  I feel I'm on the flatline\n  Man I need some therapy\n  I'm having suicidal thoughts\n  Brain cells dead from the coma\n  My aroma dead body rotten gone but not forgotten\n  Seems like you forgot\n  Man I took one shot\n  Now I lay me down to sleep body hot rot\n  Got no love when I was a toddler\n  Now I swallow bullets for fun playin games with the gun\n  Hope I spit up,get up,throw up,mind blow up\n  I told my teacher I want to be like Hitler when I grow up\n  Now I got a mental block got the pussy hammer cocked\n  Tick tock and ya don't stop make the pussy pop\n  To the break of dawn,to the break of dawn\n  Once again it's on\n  .357 chrome plated to my dome\n  Now I know you want to know about knowing what I'm knowing\n  If\n"},{"id":6326048,"name":"Diggin on da D-L","trackName":"Diggin on da D-L","artistName":"Esham","albumName":"Closed Casket","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Esham]\nCan I dig ya on the D-L?\nPure satisfaction\nTricks be\t-Real\nTime for some action\nI'm one of them niggaz that don't smile\nBut fuck that pussy like it's goin out of style\nFor a while I've been gone,but I'm back\nI kept the supersperm trapped in the jimmy hat\nI gotta bitch I been dyin to fuck\nSo many niggaz tryin to fuck\nIn line to fuck\nBaby girl,got it goin on\nHit the motel,to the break of dawn\nLate night with my late night freak\nNigga on the creep once the city fall asleep\nI like to dig these hoes,dig this here\nI bust a nut in a magic trick then disappear\nBut you still unaware, cause you blind hoe\nYou out yo mind hoe\nSo stop diggin on the down low\n[chorus]\nHe want to dig it,dig it\nShe want to dig 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gotta pay me\\nAin't nothin goin on but the rent\\nLove's like time cause it all gets spent\\nOn bullshit day in and day out\\nSome hoes think trickin won't play out\\nNow who's that nigga bust a gang of nuts\\nIn a gang of sluts\\nBut you still don't hear me,though\\nRelax your mind and tricks unwind\\nCheck the Morris Day ,cause it's time\\nStop diggin on the down low\\n[chorus]\\n[woman singing]\"\n"},{"id":6326026,"name":"Mental Stress","trackName":"Mental Stress","artistName":"Esham","albumName":"Closed Casket","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"He should never even see daylight again, never\"\n\"I have apologized publicly for the for the Mental ang\nfor the Mental  Stress and emotional stress that I have a\nand I said to those people to umm\nI feel bad about it too..\"\nHow I need the eternal rest\nHelp me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\nHelp me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\nHelp me through my mental stress (My 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This nigga, (What nigga?) That nigga\n(What nigga?) This nigga, finger on the trigger\n(Oh no, whatchya gonna do now boy?)\nI'm finna go nuts like an Almond Joy\nBang my head against the wall three times until it bleed\nWicked Witch of the East, the belly of the beast\nSee, that's just how it be\nNobody really gives a fuck about me\nAnd ya see, that I ain't got no hope\nSomebody help me cope with this mental stress\nHow I need the eternal rest\nHelp me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\nHelp me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\nHelp me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\nHelp me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\nLock me up and throw away the key\nGod took my mind and said fuck me\nI kick the wicked shit until I can't no more\nI black out so much I can't think no more\nTil' I die, til' I die, when will I die?\nHow you be a homicide without an alibi\nNo lie, I can't wait til' I die\nNiggas still think Heaven's up in the sky\nAnd voices in my head call my name at night\nSometimes I don't know wrong from right\nInsight, Twilight Zone's my home\nI put the chrome to my dome when I'm all alone\nBy my lonely, I'm gonna join my dead homie\nNo hope, and I can't cope with the mental stress\nHow I need the eternal rest\nHelp me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\nHelp me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\nHelp me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\nHelp me through my mental stress (My mental stress)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mental Stress\n  artist: Esham\n  album: Closed Casket\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"He should never even see daylight again, never\"\n  \"I have apologized publicly for the for the Mental ang\n  for the Mental  Stress and emotional stress that I have a\n  and I said to those people to umm\n  I feel bad about it too..\"\n  How I need the eternal rest\n  Help me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\n  Help me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\n  Help me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\n  Help me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\n  See I've been to Hell and back, and that's a fact\n  I get a flashback one day I'm a snack\n  My mind is gone, to each his own\n  I wish the whole world would just leave me alone\n  I want to die, I do not die\n  I'm on the far-side and it's passin' me by\n  I want to cry, I do not cry\n  I have to tell me, myself and I\n  And who am I, I don't understand\n  Wipe that ass once the shit hit's the fan\n  Black man, my man, man\n  God damn man, all man, man\n  No shit, tell me somethin' I don't know, no hope\n  And I can't cope wit' the mental stress\n  How I need the eternal rest\n  Help me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\n  Help me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\n  Help me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\n  Help me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\n  Life ain't nothin' but bullets man\n  And who's that nigga with the gun in-hand?\n  (What nigga?) This nigga, (What nigga?) That nigga\n  (What nigga?) This nigga, finger on the trigger\n  (Oh no, whatchya gonna do now boy?)\n  I'm finna go nuts like an Almond Joy\n  Bang my head against the wall three times until it bleed\n  Wicked Witch of the East, the belly of the beast\n  See, that's just how it be\n  Nobody really gives a fuck about me\n  And ya see, that I ain't got no hope\n  Somebody help me cope with this mental stress\n  How I need the eternal rest\n  Help me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\n  Help me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\n  Help me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\n  Help me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\n  Lock me up and throw away the key\n  God took my mind and said fuck me\n  I kick the wicked shit until I can't no more\n  I black out so much I can't think no more\n  Til' I die, til' I die, when will I die?\n  How you be a homicide without an alibi\n  No lie, I can't wait til' I die\n  Niggas still think Heaven's up in the sky\n  And voices in my head call my name at night\n  Sometimes I don't know wrong from right\n  Insight, Twilight Zone's my home\n  I put the chrome to my dome when I'm all alone\n  By my lonely, I'm gonna join my dead homie\n  No hope, and I can't cope with the mental stress\n  How I need the eternal rest\n  Help me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\n  Help me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\n  Help me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\n  Help me through my mental stress (My mental stress)\n"},{"id":6326040,"name":"I Don't Owe U Shit","trackName":"I Don't Owe U Shit","artistName":"Esham","albumName":"Closed Casket","duration":225.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Esham]\nYeah, this goes out to all them niggaz who bit my shit\nin '93, and still think I owe em sumthin, check it out ya'll\n[CHORUS]\nEat a dick up, eat a dick up, eat a dick up\nEat a dick up, eat a dick up, eat a dick up\nEat a dick up motherfuckers\n(I gotta let these niggaz know)\n(maybe their just jealous from the dollars I'm makin)\nI dont owe no nigga nothin but some feel like you so\nLeft yo ass alone like Robin Carusso\nI can freak the styles like I motherfuckin want to\nAnd if you wanna kill yourself, why dont you?\nThirteen ways now it's all in the news\nLife after death which one do you choose\nOf coarse, I feel no remorse for a sucka\nAnd if you wanna die you's just a dead mothafucka\nSo pucka up and kiss my ass for me\nMy shot gun said blast for me\nBlasphemy is what I'm speakin\nFreakin my technique and wreckin the set\nWith a tech you get wet, upset\nI shit, wreck the whole skit\nJust like Bobbit cuttin off dicks in the mix\nFuck them tricks like in them flix\nI burn that ass like a Bic\n'cause I dont owe you shit\n[CHORUS]\nI dont owe you no nothin like I said once befoe and\nNiggaz like yourself best to act like you know and\nOh man, I fucked your ho and\nLeft some semen in demon like the O'man\nYo man dont, even try that shit\nWith the Unholy black devil niggaz cant get with\nI fuck up shit just like this 'cause\nThis is for the suicidalist's\nDont miss if I bust a cap at your cranium\nRussian Roulette who let me explain it um\nDeath aint nothin but life without the Bible\nOh dont let me go and get my fuckin rifle\nI'll go get my 12gauge and bust one\nSlug in your head in god you trust son\nI dont like the reverand when I state\nDont even pass the collection plate\n'cause I dont owe you shit\n[CHORUS]\nI dont owe you, but I know you\nSo you think, you can get inside my head like a shrink\nBut I'm down with the crew called N-A-T-A-S\nAnd we burn up shit like David Coresh\nNeva the less dont stress me, test me, or press me\nOr the cops will have to come and arrest me\nFor kickin up dust, if I must I bust\nIn the nine four more niggaz I cant trust\nSo when you see me betta realize and recognize\nThat I cant be chastized\nOpen your eyes sucka, and see me just for what I am\nA bad ass nigga who jams, god damn, BAM\nNiggaz betta scram\nI'm shootin up the joint like Yosemitte Sam\nI am, not your regular nigga I will\nWhip out the steel if you feel 'cause I dont owe you shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Don't Owe U Shit\n  artist: Esham\n  album: Closed Casket\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Esham]\n  Yeah, this goes out to all them niggaz who bit my shit\n  in '93, and still think I owe em sumthin, check it out ya'll\n  [CHORUS]\n  Eat a dick up, eat a dick up, eat a dick up\n  Eat a dick up, eat a dick up, eat a dick up\n  Eat a dick up motherfuckers\n  (I gotta let these niggaz know)\n  (maybe their just jealous from the dollars I'm makin)\n  I dont owe no nigga nothin but some feel like you so\n  Left yo ass alone like Robin Carusso\n  I can freak the styles like I motherfuckin want to\n  And if you wanna kill yourself, why dont you?\n  Thirteen ways now it's all in the news\n  Life after death which one do you choose\n  Of coarse, I feel no remorse for a sucka\n  And if you wanna die you's just a dead mothafucka\n  So pucka up and kiss my ass for me\n  My shot gun said blast for me\n  Blasphemy is what I'm speakin\n  Freakin my technique and wreckin the set\n  With a tech you get wet, upset\n  I shit, wreck the whole skit\n  Just like Bobbit cuttin off dicks in the mix\n  Fuck them tricks like in them flix\n  I burn that ass like a Bic\n  'cause I dont owe you shit\n  [CHORUS]\n  I dont owe you no nothin like I said once befoe and\n  Niggaz like yourself best to act like you know and\n  Oh man, I fucked your ho and\n  Left some semen in demon like the O'man\n  Yo man dont, even try that shit\n  With the Unholy black devil niggaz cant get with\n  I fuck up shit just like this 'cause\n  This is for the suicidalist's\n  Dont miss if I bust a cap at your cranium\n  Russian Roulette who let me explain it um\n  Death aint nothin but life without the Bible\n  Oh dont let me go and get my fuckin rifle\n  I'll go get my 12gauge and bust one\n  Slug in your head in god you trust son\n  I dont like the reverand when I state\n  Dont even pass the collection plate\n  'cause I dont owe you shit\n  [CHORUS]\n  I dont owe you, but I know you\n  So you think, you can get inside my head like a shrink\n  But I'm down with the crew called N-A-T-A-S\n  And we burn up shit like David Coresh\n  Neva the less dont stress me, test me, or press me\n  Or the cops will have to come and arrest me\n  For kickin up dust, if I must I bust\n  In the nine four more niggaz I cant trust\n  So when you see me betta realize and recognize\n  That I cant be chastized\n  Open your eyes sucka, and see me just for what I am\n  A bad ass nigga who jams, god damn, BAM\n  Niggaz betta scram\n  I'm shootin up the joint like Yosemitte Sam\n  I am, not your regular nigga I will\n  Whip out the steel if you feel 'cause I dont owe you shit\n"},{"id":6326050,"name":"I'll Be Glad When You Dead","trackName":"I'll Be Glad When You Dead","artistName":"Esham","albumName":"Closed Casket","duration":171.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Yo, Nineteen ninety ninety whateva\nClosed Casket yo, we still comin outta coma,\nand yo, tell 'em how you feelin right now\"\nI'll be glad when you dead, takin two to the head\nFill the body bag, blood stains, bloody mag\nI can't rest, til I put one dead in the center of your chest\nN-A-T-A-S, fuck the gun control, sell my soul\nGot the symptoms of insanity, I'm slippin, oh no\nAnd my wicked, kick the wicked, some of the wicked shit I'm backin\nWit' the mack 10, motherfucka what'chyou want to do?\nFuck yo crew, I don't give a fuck, you know what you can suck\nWhen I buck, betta duck\nOr I'ma take one, two, three, niggas down wit me\nCause I don't give a fuck punk, I'll be glad when you dead\n[Chorus: repeat 2X]\nI'll be glad when you dead motherfucka\nI'll be glad when you dead (I'll be glad when you dead)\nI want to see you do drop to them knees, wiggle them and squeeze\nBlowin your brains in the breeze\nI said Kill the Fetus, motherfuckin Jesus\nNiggas bitin my melody, they keep on tellin me\nNow I need some therapy, psychic connection\nDead bodies give me an erection, correction\nCorrectional facilities, can't get with these\nI gave life to the rhythm and I made it breathe\nI can't believe, you believe what you believe\nIf you believe in me then I'll let you see\nUntil then when it's done an said\nI'ma bust one for yo head, I'll be glad when you dead\n[Chorus]\nI'll be glad when you locked in the body bag, zip-locked\nGot the hammer cocked from the Glock\nShot's bust, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust\nSee the good die young, and all die must\nAnd I trust in no man, no clan\nI never run, I never ran, how I could just kill a man\nDamn, lit shots, an Rude Boy come down\nIn Motown, I don't fuck around\nI'ma a nigga roamin understandin zero\nMoney is my hero\nDon't blame me for H-A-T-E, towards me and my crew\nWe kick the voodoo, and always like fuck you\n\"Put him in a bag, put him in a bag,\nput him in a bag, put him in a bag,\nput him in a bag, put him in a bag,\nput him in a bag  put him in a bag!!\"\n[Chorus] - 2X\nI'll be glad when you dead motherfucka\nI'll be glad when you dead motherfucka (I'll be glad when you dead)\nI'll be glad when you dead motherfucka\nI'll be glad when you dead motherfucka (wrapped up in a body bag)\nI'll be glad when you dead motherfucka\nI'll be glad when you dead motherfucka","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'll Be Glad When You Dead\n  artist: Esham\n  album: Closed Casket\n  duration_ms: 171000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"Yo, Nineteen ninety ninety whateva\n  Closed Casket yo, we still comin outta coma,\n  and yo, tell 'em how you feelin right now\"\n  I'll be glad when you dead, takin two to the head\n  Fill the body bag, blood stains, bloody mag\n  I can't rest, til I put one dead in the center of your chest\n  N-A-T-A-S, fuck the gun control, sell my soul\n  Got the symptoms of insanity, I'm slippin, oh no\n  And my wicked, kick the wicked, some of the wicked shit I'm backin\n  Wit' the mack 10, motherfucka what'chyou want to do?\n  Fuck yo crew, I don't give a fuck, you know what you can suck\n  When I buck, betta duck\n  Or I'ma take one, two, three, niggas down wit me\n  Cause I don't give a fuck punk, I'll be glad when you dead\n  [Chorus: repeat 2X]\n  I'll be glad when you dead motherfucka\n  I'll be glad when you dead (I'll be glad when you dead)\n  I want to see you do drop to them knees, wiggle them and squeeze\n  Blowin your brains in the breeze\n  I said Kill the Fetus, motherfuckin Jesus\n  Niggas bitin my melody, they keep on tellin me\n  Now I need some therapy, psychic connection\n  Dead bodies give me an erection, correction\n  Correctional facilities, can't get with these\n  I gave life to the rhythm and I made it breathe\n  I can't believe, you believe what you believe\n  If you believe in me then I'll let you see\n  Until then when it's done an said\n  I'ma bust one for yo head, I'll be glad when you dead\n  [Chorus]\n  I'll be glad when you locked in the body bag, zip-locked\n  Got the hammer cocked from the Glock\n  Shot's bust, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust\n  See the good die young, and all die must\n  And I trust in no man, no clan\n  I never run, I never ran, how I could just kill a man\n  Damn, lit shots, an Rude Boy come down\n  In Motown, I don't fuck around\n  I'ma a nigga roamin understandin zero\n  Money is my hero\n  Don't blame me for H-A-T-E, towards me and my crew\n  We kick the voodoo, and always like fuck you\n  \"Put him in a bag, put him in a bag,\n  put him in a bag, put him in a bag,\n  put him in a bag, put him in a bag,\n  put him in a bag  put him in a bag!!\"\n  [Chorus] - 2X\n  I'll be glad when you dead motherfucka\n  I'll be glad when you dead motherfucka (I'll be glad when you dead)\n  I'll be glad when you dead motherfucka\n  I'll be glad when you dead motherfucka (wrapped up in a body bag)\n  I'll be glad when you dead motherfucka\n  I'll be glad when you dead motherfucka\n"},{"id":6326024,"name":"The Wicketshit Will Never Die","trackName":"The Wicketshit Will Never Die","artistName":"Esham","albumName":"Closed Casket","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6\nHere comes the voodoo what'cha gone do when my crew\nBack from the dead once more again\nFuckin' up the flow again, fuck it here we go again\nOh, not me again, last time I wrecked shit\nBurned down the church comin' through like the exorcist\nNext to this, you get put on my shit list\nThrow lifers get dissed you can't fuck with this\nWicked wild, wicked style, I don't give a fuck I'll get buck wild\nI'm psycho just like Michael\nAnd I might go a little something like this, suicidalist\nDangerous minds bust when I bust\nDigging up dust now I must, in God you trust\nIf I add just 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This some ol' wicked shit\nNot so many niggaz all over devil diggin' shit\nStay up off my dick, my style's sick, but I'm so sick of this\nHelter skelter bite my shit, it's so ridiculous\nI know my shit's phatter than Luther Vandross\nPsychic connection wanna hit me with the holy ghost\nOverdose, diagnose, niggaz in a comotose\nOnce I buck, buck ya, nigga motherfuck ya\nVoodoo wicked child born a bastard\nVisions of bloody bodies bein' blasted\nThinkin' of excuses, voices in my head mental abuses\nLoses my mind, thought the flatline refuses\nTo answer, you can fess shit as you question\nMe and myself verses Smith and Wesson\nI'm that nigga with the wicked ass flow\nBitch you better act like you know\n'Cause the wicked shit will never die\n\nThe wicked shit will never 187\nNever go to heaven and fuck that reverend\nAll day whenever and\nFeel like givin' up, mind starts blowin' up\nSome old wicked shit, once again I'm throwin' up\nA fit, I'm never gonna get into heaven\nThat's why I bought me a three 57\nFuck a reverend, and God I can't trust is true\nSo when I go to hell, better me and not you\nI'ma walk the bloody trail and you can follow if you want\nIf you truly understand but my man I think you don't\nI'm a suicidal revital, my title's homicidal\nSo many niggaz will die when I write my recital\nThey don't understand that I gotta plan for the klan\nThe area nation, white caucasian\nI'm sick of all the bullshit I'd rather be dead\nBut first I better put a bullet in your head instead\nThey said that everything I said was a lie\nBut if you go and kill the fetus you cry\nBut the wicked shit will never die","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.03] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6\n[00:02.52] Here comes the voodoo what'cha gone do when my crew\n[00:06.64] Back from the dead once more again\n[00:08.60] Fuckin' up the flow again, fuck it here we go again\n[00:11.69] Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked shit\n[00:14.77] Burned down the church comin' through like the exorcist\n[00:18.03] Next to this, you get put on my shit list\n[00:20.74] Throw lifers get dissed you can't fuck with this\n[00:23.32] Wicked wild, wicked style, I don't give a fuck I'll get buck wild\n[00:28.71] I'm psycho just like Michael\n[00:30.79] And I might go a little something like this, suicidalist\n[00:34.41] Dangerous minds bust when I bust\n[00:37.63] Digging up dust now I must, in God you trust\n[00:39.97] If I add just then I add just this\n[00:43.15] No justice, no peace, bloody body police\n[00:46.02] Belly of da pig got me fiendin' for a cracker\n[00:49.12] Jack be nimble make your body tremble\n[00:52.28] Cardiac arrest for the one in the chest\n[00:55.09] Then I K-I-double L T-H-E-F-E-T-U-S\n[00:57.80] Yes, I'm down with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest\n[01:00.73] You try but don't cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll never die\n[01:14.37] Once again I ressurected niggaz unexpected\n[01:17.06] A closed casket when I leaped out and blasted a basket\n[01:20.80] Case brother of insanity I'm not alone\n[01:23.53] Havin' fatal thoughts of puttin' a chrome to my dome\n[01:26.79] Now what kinda wicked shit? This some ol' wicked shit\n[01:29.39] Not so many niggaz all over devil diggin' shit\n[01:32.46] Stay up off my dick, my style's sick, but I'm so sick of this\n[01:35.23] Helter skelter bite my shit, it's so ridiculous\n[01:38.33] I know my shit's phatter than Luther Vandross\n[01:41.55] Psychic connection wanna hit me with the holy ghost\n[01:43.88] Overdose, diagnose, niggaz in a comotose\n[01:46.96] Once I buck, buck ya, nigga motherfuck ya\n[01:50.19] Voodoo wicked child born a bastard\n[01:52.78] Visions of bloody bodies bein' blasted\n[01:55.23] Thinkin' of excuses, voices in my head mental abuses\n[01:58.46] Loses my mind, thought the flatline refuses\n[02:00.80] To answer, you can fess shit as you question\n[02:04.07] Me and myself verses Smith and Wesson\n[02:07.19] I'm that nigga with the wicked ass flow\n[02:09.42] Bitch you better act like you know\n[02:12.18] 'Cause the wicked shit will never die\n[02:23.91] The wicked shit will never 187\n[02:25.86] Never go to heaven and fuck that reverend\n[02:28.94] All day whenever and\n[02:30.45] Feel like givin' up, mind starts blowin' up\n[02:33.57] Some old wicked shit, once again I'm throwin' up\n[02:35.87] A fit, I'm never gonna get into heaven\n[02:38.74] That's why I bought me a three 57\n[02:41.47] Fuck a reverend, and God I can't trust is true\n[02:44.97] So when I go to hell, better me and not you\n[02:47.28] I'ma walk the bloody trail and you can follow if you want\n[02:50.13] If you truly understand but my man I think you don't\n[02:53.23] I'm a suicidal revital, my title's homicidal\n[02:56.39] So many niggaz will die when I write my recital\n[02:59.26] They don't understand that I gotta plan for the klan\n[03:02.42] The area nation, white caucasian\n[03:04.77] I'm sick of all the bullshit I'd rather be dead\n[03:07.82] But first I better put a bullet in your head instead\n[03:11.16] They said that everything I said was a lie\n[03:13.51] But if you go and kill the fetus you cry\n[03:15.47] But the wicked shit will never die\n[03:18.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Wicketshit Will Never Die\n  artist: Esham\n  album: Closed Casket\n  duration_ms: 209000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6\n  start_ms: 1030\n  end_ms: 2520\n- text: Here comes the voodoo what'cha gone do when my crew\n  start_ms: 2520\n  end_ms: 6640\n- text: Back from the dead once more again\n  start_ms: 6640\n  end_ms: 8600\n- text: Fuckin' up the flow again, fuck it here we go again\n  start_ms: 8600\n  end_ms: 11690\n- text: Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked shit\n  start_ms: 11690\n  end_ms: 14770\n- text: Burned down the church comin' through like the exorcist\n  start_ms: 14770\n  end_ms: 18030\n- text: Next to this, you get put on my shit list\n  start_ms: 18030\n  end_ms: 20740\n- text: Throw lifers get dissed you can't fuck with this\n  start_ms: 20740\n  end_ms: 23320\n- text: Wicked wild, wicked style, I don't give a fuck I'll get buck wild\n  start_ms: 23320\n  end_ms: 28710\n- text: I'm psycho just like Michael\n  start_ms: 28710\n  end_ms: 30790\n- text: And I might go a little something like this, suicidalist\n  start_ms: 30790\n  end_ms: 34410\n- text: Dangerous minds bust when I bust\n  start_ms: 34410\n  end_ms: 37630\n- text: Digging up dust now I must, in God you trust\n  start_ms: 37630\n  end_ms: 39970\n- text: If I add just then I add just this\n  start_ms: 39970\n  end_ms: 43150\n- text: No justice, no peace, bloody body police\n  start_ms: 43150\n  end_ms: 46020\n- text: Belly of da pig got me fiendin' for a cracker\n  start_ms: 46020\n  end_ms: 49120\n- text: Jack be nimble make your body tremble\n  start_ms: 49120\n  end_ms: 52280\n- text: Cardiac arrest for the one in the chest\n  start_ms: 52280\n  end_ms: 55090\n- text: Then I K-I-double L T-H-E-F-E-T-U-S\n  start_ms: 55090\n  end_ms: 57800\n- text: Yes, I'm down with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest\n  start_ms: 57800\n  end_ms: 60730\n- text: You try but don't cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll never die\n  start_ms: 60730\n  end_ms: 74370\n- text: Once again I ressurected niggaz unexpected\n  start_ms: 74370\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: A closed casket when I leaped out and blasted a basket\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 80800\n- text: Case brother of insanity I'm not alone\n  start_ms: 80800\n  end_ms: 83530\n- text: Havin' fatal thoughts of puttin' a chrome to my dome\n  start_ms: 83530\n  end_ms: 86790\n- text: Now what kinda wicked shit? 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The one you gotcha idea from\nBack in this bitch... yo for the 9-4\nI gotta let these niggaz know once again\nThat I'm comin like this\nThey said the wicketshit was dead (dead)\nSome ol' wicketshit ain't never dead\nI gotta let y'all hoes know I'm comin back on yo ass\nI stopped believing in god about a year ago\nIn god I can't trust but uh you don't hear me though\nCause my life in the sunshine ain't sunny\nA suicidalist\nMy memory's on the bliss\nBut can you really dig what I dug if I drug\nThe life of a thug caught a .45 slug\nI wish I was dead\nBut I'm fucked up in the head\nCause I'm kinda hesitant to kill myself\nBut I hate life\nLife ain't nothin but money\nAnd it ain't funny when your honey gets runny\nI wish I was down but my mind spins round and around\nAnd how many times can dead bodies be found\nBut you don't understand the tales of a madman\nUnholy comin at your ass once again\nAmen, and I don't give a fuck though\nSometimes I feel like giving up yo\nIt makes me want to holla\nchorus    2x\n[samples prince]\n(samples Snoop Dogg)\n[I feel like givin up]\n(Make make me want to make make me want to holla)\n[When ever my sunshine turns to rain]\n(Make me want to holla cause my dollas come in ozones)\n[Esham]\nIt makes me want to holla\nLife comes in dollas\nDoin dirt like ring around the collar\nI'll a\nCan't get paid if I ain't got a trade\nI dropped outta school, now who got played\nA fool, I'm just tryna get mine\nI'm sick a seein my moms in the welfare line\nA nigga, I grew up in the ghetto\nI live in the ghetto\nI'm never gonna get out the ghetto\nThe place where black folks die\nAnd slangin them cracks is a way to get by\nThere's nothin else a nigga can do\nAnd fuck the police because they only protect you\nYou wouldn't understand unless you was a black man\nGod damn\nIt makes me want to holla\nchorus\n[Esham]\nI'm still feelin funny ways\nOn them sunny days when my honey plays\nThe money stays\nDays go by and things seem to get no better\nNow the bitch want to leave, I let her\nI don't sweat her\nCause it ain't in my nature\nBringing out the worst in me, I think I hate ya\nI can't deal with it hoe\nI gotta stay real with it though\nSwo yo\nMy minds spinnin cause I'm drinkin that gin and juice\nTryna forget about you, bitch\nYou can call me crazy\nWhen every other nigga in the hood is a crack baby\nMaybe one day I'll be dead\nBleedin in the sunshine hole in my head\nThat's all a nigga need\nFuck a bitch stankin ass pussy always want to bleed\nI don't need that hoe\nNot in my life\nNot now\nYo no\nIt makes me want to holla\nchorus\n[Esham]\nIt makes me want to holla\nCause life ain't nothin but a joke\nDown in the ghetto\nSmellin the gunsmoke\nWhen every other bitch is on this dick\nI'm trying not to be a statistic\nIt's hard, I can't get a job\nMo niggaz robbin\nI'm steady mobbin\nThey tell a nigga to look on the bright side\nIt ain't the black side, must be the white side\nI gotta watch my back in case cops want to act up\nGet ya punk ass smacked up\nCause I know you want to kill me\nCause I know yo ass feel me\nIt makes me want to holla\nchorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Make Me Wanna Holla\n  artist: Esham\n  album: Closed Casket\n  duration_ms: 310000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Esham talking]\n  The wicketshit continues\n  After I told these niggaz to stay off my dick\n  They still on my dick trying to bite the wicketshit\n  Niggaz still want to know what Esham mean\n  Esham stands for East Side Hoes And Money\n  That's what I'm all about\n  But for all y'all niggaz bitin the wicketshit\n  And tryin to bite the style\n  I want you to think about one thing\n  [Samples Rakim]\n  Remember me? The one you gotcha idea from\n  Back in this bitch... yo for the 9-4\n  I gotta let these niggaz know once again\n  That I'm comin like this\n  They said the wicketshit was dead (dead)\n  Some ol' wicketshit ain't never dead\n  I gotta let y'all hoes know I'm comin back on yo ass\n  I stopped believing in god about a year ago\n  In god I can't trust but uh you don't hear me though\n  Cause my life in the sunshine ain't sunny\n  A suicidalist\n  My memory's on the bliss\n  But can you really dig what I dug if I drug\n  The life of a thug caught a .45 slug\n  I wish I was dead\n  But I'm fucked up in the head\n  Cause I'm kinda hesitant to kill myself\n  But I hate life\n  Life ain't nothin but money\n  And it ain't funny when your honey gets runny\n  I wish I was down but my mind spins round and around\n  And how many times can dead bodies be found\n  But you don't understand the tales of a madman\n  Unholy comin at your ass once again\n  Amen, and I don't give a fuck though\n  Sometimes I feel like giving up yo\n  It makes me want to holla\n  chorus    2x\n  [samples prince]\n  (samples Snoop Dogg)\n  [I feel like givin up]\n  (Make make me want to make make me want to holla)\n  [When ever my sunshine turns to rain]\n  (Make me want to holla cause my dollas come in ozones)\n  [Esham]\n  It makes me want to holla\n  Life comes in dollas\n  Doin dirt like ring around the collar\n  I'll a\n  Can't get paid if I ain't got a trade\n  I dropped outta school, now who got played\n  A fool, I'm just tryna get mine\n  I'm sick a seein my moms in the welfare line\n  A nigga, I grew up in the ghetto\n  I live in the ghetto\n  I'm never gonna get out the ghetto\n  The place where black folks die\n  And slangin them cracks is a way to get by\n  There's nothin else a nigga can do\n  And fuck the police because they only protect you\n  You wouldn't understand unless you was a black man\n  God damn\n  It makes me want to holla\n  chorus\n  [Esham]\n  I'm still feelin funny ways\n  On them sunny days when my honey plays\n  The money stays\n  Days go by and things seem to get no better\n  Now the bitch want to leave, I let her\n  I don't sweat her\n  Cause it ain't in my nature\n  Bringing out the worst in me, I think I hate ya\n  I can't deal with it hoe\n  I gotta stay real with it though\n  Swo yo\n  My minds spinnin cause I'm drinkin that gin and juice\n  Tryna forget about you, bitch\n  You can call me crazy\n  When every other nigga in the hood is a crack baby\n  Maybe one day I'll be dead\n  Bleedin in the sunshine hole in my head\n  That's all a nigga need\n  Fuck a bitch stankin ass pussy always want to bleed\n  I don't need that hoe\n  Not in my life\n  Not now\n  Yo no\n  It makes me want to holla\n  chorus\n  [Esham]\n  It makes me want to holla\n  Cause life ain't nothin but a joke\n  Down in the ghetto\n  Smellin the gunsmoke\n  When every other bitch is on this dick\n  I'm trying not to be a statistic\n  It's hard, I can't get a job\n  Mo niggaz robbin\n  I'm steady mobbin\n  They tell a nigga to look on the bright side\n  It ain't the black side, must be the white side\n  I gotta watch my back in case cops want to act up\n  Get ya punk ass smacked up\n  Cause I know you want to kill me\n  Cause I know yo ass feel me\n  It makes me want to holla\n  chorus\n"},{"id":6326023,"name":"The Eulogy","trackName":"The Eulogy","artistName":"Esham","albumName":"Closed Casket","duration":72.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Eulogy by Richard Pryor\n\nWe are gathered here today, On this sorrowful occasion, To say goodbye to the\nDearly departed, In other words the nigga dead. Whether or not you can survive\nDeath, thats the ultimate test for your ass ain't it. So far don't nobody we\nKnow has passed the ultimate test. Least of all this nigga layin here. Cuz this\nBoy wasn't shit, I'm gonna tell you that right off. I say him kickin his moma's\nAss over ther on 47th street. And if you think we gonna ban you with those\nDiamonds and shit on you got another thing comin. I'd like to introduce the\nBoys woman, Oh bitch I dunno what she was. she's layin over ther in the booth.\nSay girl. What you doin? Well dont sell your pussy in here. If you do I wanna\nCut. shit. Yo fault the nigga dead.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.84] Eulogy by Richard Pryor\n[00:01.88] We are gathered here today, On this sorrowful occasion, To say goodbye to the\n[00:16.23] Dearly departed, In other words the nigga dead. Whether or not you can survive\n[00:21.72] Death, thats the ultimate test for your ass ain't it. So far don't nobody we\n[00:27.14] Know has passed the ultimate test. Least of all this nigga layin here. Cuz this\n[00:34.30] Boy wasn't shit, I'm gonna tell you that right off. I say him kickin his moma's\n[00:39.88] Ass over ther on 47th street. And if you think we gonna ban you with those\n[00:43.47] Diamonds and shit on you got another thing comin. I'd like to introduce the\n[00:46.12] Boys woman, Oh bitch I dunno what she was. she's layin over ther in the booth.\n[00:52.53] Say girl. What you doin? Well dont sell your pussy in here. If you do I wanna\n[01:03.32] Cut. shit. Yo fault the nigga dead.\n[01:09.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Eulogy\n  artist: Esham\n  album: Closed Casket\n  duration_ms: 72000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Eulogy by Richard Pryor\n  start_ms: 840\n  end_ms: 1880\n- text: We are gathered here today, On this sorrowful occasion, To say goodbye to the\n  start_ms: 1880\n  end_ms: 16230\n- text: Dearly departed, In other words the nigga dead. 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Yo fault the nigga dead.\n"},{"id":6326028,"name":"Drive U2 Suicide","trackName":"Drive U2 Suicide","artistName":"Esham","albumName":"Closed Casket","duration":135.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"We probably gonna get killed by tryin' to be like somebody else\"\n(Repeat)\nYes yes y'all (y'all)\nAnd you don't stop (stop)\nOnce I start up my mind, get in let's take a spin\nLemme drive you to suicide I'm gone with the wind\nI'm out my mind, and in my mind I travel through space and time\nIf you find me you see me, you can't 'cause you blind\nI decieve like Adam and Eve, you can't believe\nThat I made the rhythm breathe, your eardrums bleed\nIn time, you will find I'm out my mind\nBut you don't know 'cause if you knew me\nYou would know for sure, so let me drive you to suicide\n(CHORUS)(4x)\nKeep it on, keep it on and shockin' the place\nKeep it on, keep it on and shockin' the place\nLet me drive you to suicide\nOnce I decide that I don't want to live no 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the dough\nFuck a ho\nAnd bitches can't fade me like an afro\nMy flow is wicket, some doubt what we say\nThe Unholy, Black Devil, Kunta Kinte\nI'm down with NATAS and that Blaz4Me\nAnd niggas can't see me in 3D\nI'm coming at your ass straight from the East side\nAnd I'm in the belly of the beast, right\nNiggas don't know the time\nI'll put a gun in your mouth\nAnd let the taste blow your mind\nSleepy niggas awake\nYou're faker than a silicone titty with the shakes\nI makes more bounce to the motherfucking ounce\nAnd Esham's how it's pronounced, bitch\nI hit the switch\nCause I got that shit hooked up\nAnd my shit's pure before it's cooked up\nMo' money, that's what it's all about\nYoung hoes, it's all about dick in your mouth\nUnholy nigga with the Reel Life crew\nWe talk about real life shit we been through\nFuck the Reverend, 187 and fuck Heaven\nCause the Wicketshit will never die\nI'm doing it 24/7\nI do it like this ya'll, a like this ya'll\nI do it like that ya'll, a like that ya'll\n(I'm doing it 24/7)\nMore niggas getting served\nCause I'm twice as nice with the verbs\nI don't believe in God so fuck what you heard\nThis ain't no gimmick\nSo don't mimic my style of rappin'\nNiggas can't fuck with my Fleetwood mack, and\nPlus I'm phat and\nAll of that and this and mo'\nI'm quick to take your ends and dis your ho\nNo singing at my funeral\nJust a little something I thought you should know\nIf your pussy stink, you need some douching ho\nAs I choose my flow up\nMy mind to blow up, to make you throw up\nJacking my dick and so what I make it nut, but uh\nYou better watch the shit as I kick it\nMy shotgun said Blaz4Me\nI'm still wicket, as I stick it\nStraight up your ass, and pass the J\nNiggas from Detroit don't play, hey\nYou better raise up\nAnd watch me blaze up\nAnother cigarette\nHow hard can another fucking nigga get\nI'll whip a clip out if you want to trip out\nAnd shut your mouth Reverend\nCause my dick might slip out, uhhh\nI don't give a fuck about Heaven\nCause the Wicketshit will never die\nI'm doing it 24/7\nI do it like this ya'll, a like this ya'll\nI do it like that ya'll, a like that ya'll\n(I'm doing it 24/7)\nI got a suicidal problem\nMy problem solver is a revolver\nMy mama wants me to get therapy\nI don't involve her\nCause I'm wicket\nI like to kick it like no other\nJames Smith, yeah that's my brother\nI know you heard of him\nWe like to smother suckers\nUnlike them other suckers\nWe cause a ruckus\nMake the police want to buck us\nSo fuck us, if you want to try\nSome nigga said I was dead\nBut the Wicketshit will never die\nI'm coming straight from the cradle to the grave, ya'll\nAnd motherfucker, I could never be a slave, ya'll\nI pack a gat and that's for real though\nBut see I'm nice with my hands\nAnd plus these fucking steel toes\nI thought you knew it was just like this\nI'm down to the end cause I'm a Suicidalist, yo\nWhere all my peoples at, East or the West side\nNorth side, South side, homicide\nIt don't matter, ain't no thang to me\nCause it's all in D-E-T-R-O-I-T\nI stay true to my city\nNow ain't that a pity\nI chopped off a gangsta ho titty\nMy attitude's just like Frank Nitti, shitty\nAll 24/7\nI do it like this ya'll, a like this ya'll\nI do it like that ya'll, a like that ya'll\n(I'm doing it 24/7)\nThis goes out to all my niggas\nThat's true to the motherfucking city, yeah\nAnd ain't nothing, nothing wicket\nLike this here wicket Wicketshit\nYa'll still don't know","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.64] Yeah, I gotta let these niggas know once again\n[00:06.33] There ain't nothin' wicket like this here, wicket, wicket shit\n[00:09.73] You know what I'm sayin', yeah\n[00:13.59] So if you didn't catch it the first time\n[00:16.68] I'ma hit your ass up like this\n[00:18.85] Two times on your ass\n[00:21.76] One, nine, nine fo', I'm out for the dough, fuck a hoe\n[00:25.55] And bitches can't fade me like an afro\n[00:28.24] My flow is wicket, some doubt what we say\n[00:31.20] The Unholy, Black Devil, Kunta Kinte\n[00:33.97] I'm down with NATAS and that Blaz4Me\n[00:36.91] And niggas can't see me in 3D\n[00:39.67] I'm comin' at your ass straight from the East side\n[00:43.14] And I'm in the belly of the beast, right\n[00:46.08] Niggas don't know the time\n[00:48.01] I'll put a gun in your mouth and let the taste blow your mind\n[00:51.44] Sleepy niggas awake\n[00:53.13] You faker than a silicone titty with the shakes\n[00:56.21] I makes more bounce to the motherfuckin' ounce\n[00:59.77] And Esham's how it's pronounced, bitch\n[01:02.36] I hit the switch, 'cause I got that shit hooked up\n[01:05.25] And my shit's pure before it's cooked up\n[01:08.01] Mo' money, that's what it's all about\n[01:11.07] Young hos, it's all about dick in your mouth\n[01:13.72] Unholy nigga with the Reel Life crew\n[01:16.99] We talk about real life shit we been through\n[01:19.43] Fuck the Reverend, 187 and fuck Heaven\n[01:22.33] 'Cause the Wicketshit will never die, I'm doin' it 24-7\n[01:25.58] I do it like this y'all, a like this y'all\n[01:28.40] I do it like that y'all, a like that y'all (I'm doin' it 24-7)\n[01:30.90] I do it like this y'all, a like this y'all\n[01:34.01] I do it like that y'all, a like that y'all (I'm doin' it 24-7)\n[01:36.83] I do it like this y'all, a like this y'all\n[01:39.73] I do it like that y'all, a like that y'all (I'm doin' it 24-7)\n[01:42.50] I do it like this y'all, a like this y'all\n[01:45.49] I do it like that y'all, a like that y'all (I'm doin' it 24-7)\n[01:48.36] More niggas gettin' served, 'cause I'm twice as nice with the verbs\n[01:51.07] I don't believe in God so fuck what you heard\n[01:53.64] This ain't no gimmick\n[01:54.72] So don't mimic my style of rappin'\n[01:56.78] Niggas can't fuck with my Fleetwood mack\n[01:59.31] And plus I'm phat and all of that\n[02:01.52] And this and mo', I'm quick to take your ends and diss your ho\n[02:04.64] No singin' at my funeral\n[02:06.04] Just a little somethin' I thought you should know\n[02:08.32] If your pussy stank, you need some douchin' ho\n[02:10.65] As I choose my flow up\n[02:11.68] My mind to blow up, to make you throw up\n[02:13.83] Jackin' my dick and so what I make it nut, but, uh\n[02:17.26] You better watch the shit as I kick it\n[02:19.56] My shotgun said \"Blast for me\", I'm still wicket, as I stick it\n[02:23.19] Straight up your ass, and pass the J\n[02:25.23] Niggas from Detroit don't play, hey\n[02:27.96] You better raise up and watch me blaze up, another cigarette\n[02:31.38] How hard can another fuckin' nigga get\n[02:34.35] I'll whip a clip out if you want to trip out\n[02:36.86] And shut your mouth Reverend 'cause my dick might slip out, uh\n[02:40.21] I don't give a fuck about Heaven\n[02:42.08] 'Cause the Wicketshit will never die, I'm doin' it 24-7\n[02:45.44] I do it like this y'all, a like this y'all\n[02:48.11] I do it like that y'all, a like that y'all (I'm doin' it 24-7)\n[02:50.98] I do it like this y'all, a like this y'all\n[02:53.75] I do it like that y'all, a like that y'all (I'm doin' it 24-7)\n[02:56.72] I do it like this y'all, a like this y'all\n[02:59.51] I do it like that y'all, a like that y'all (I'm doin' it 24-7)\n[03:02.35] I do it like this y'all, a like this y'all\n[03:05.21] I do it like that y'all, a like that y'all (I'm doin' it 24-7)\n[03:08.17] I got a suicidal problem, my problem solver is a revolver\n[03:10.92] My mama wants me to get therapy, I don't involve her\n[03:13.86] 'Cause I'm wicket, I like to kick it like no other\n[03:16.98] James Smith, yeah, that's my brother\n[03:18.79] I know you heard of him, we like to smother suckers\n[03:21.18] Unlike them other suckers, we 'cause a ruckus\n[03:23.70] Make the police want to buck us, so fuck us, if you want to try\n[03:27.34] Some nigga said I was dead, but the Wicketshit will never die\n[03:31.41] I'm comin' straight from the cradle to the grave, y'all\n[03:34.12] And motherfucker, I could never be a slave, y'all\n[03:37.19] I pack a gat and that's for real though\n[03:39.01] But see I'm nice with my hands and plus these fuckin' steel toes\n[03:42.86] I thought you knew it was just like this\n[03:45.36] I'm down to the end 'cause I'm a Suicidalist, yo\n[03:48.55] Where all my peoples at, East or the Westside\n[03:51.45] North side, South side, homicide\n[03:54.29] It don't matter, ain't no thang to me\n[03:56.62] 'Cause it's all in D-E-T-R-O-I-T\n[04:00.02] I stay true to my city, now ain't that a pity\n[04:03.23] I chopped off a gangsta ho titty, my attitude's just like Frank Nitti, shitty\n[04:09.89] All 24-7\n[04:11.04] I do it like this y'all, a like this y'all\n[04:13.91] I do it like that y'all, a like that y'all (I'm doin' it 24-7)\n[04:16.72] I do it like this y'all, a like this y'all\n[04:19.63] I do it like that y'all, a like that y'all (I'm doin' it 24-7)\n[04:22.48] I do it like this y'all, a like this y'all\n[04:25.27] I do it like that y'all, a like that y'all (I'm doin' it 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motherfucker, I could never be a slave, ya'll\n  I pack a gat and that's for real though\n  But see I'm nice with my hands\n  And plus these fucking steel toes\n  I thought you knew it was just like this\n  I'm down to the end cause I'm a Suicidalist, yo\n  Where all my peoples at, East or the West side\n  North side, South side, homicide\n  It don't matter, ain't no thang to me\n  Cause it's all in D-E-T-R-O-I-T\n  I stay true to my city\n  Now ain't that a pity\n  I chopped off a gangsta ho titty\n  My attitude's just like Frank Nitti, shitty\n  All 24/7\n  I do it like this ya'll, a like this ya'll\n  I do it like that ya'll, a like that ya'll\n  (I'm doing it 24/7)\n  This goes out to all my niggas\n  That's true to the motherfucking city, yeah\n  And ain't nothing, nothing wicket\n  Like this here wicket Wicketshit\n  Ya'll still don't know\n"},{"id":6326049,"name":"Premature Ejaculation","trackName":"Premature Ejaculation","artistName":"Esham","albumName":"Closed Casket","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Repeat 4x)\nI can hear my mother call\nMomma was a junkie and daddy was a playa\nMan I swear, I don't care\nAbout nothin', sometimes I'm rather be dead black\nBut that's about the millionth time I've said that\nI get a headache everytime I start to think\nI'm wonderin' why I'm not dead, I'm on the brink\nYo, it's kinda crazy, used to be my baby\nBut now you're not yourself because you shot yourself\nI had a homie who tried to withside\nHe died, he lied in a closed casket right\nI can't take it, am I gone make it\nSuicide's my answer for life's cancer\nI used to pray every Sunday\nBut since blasphamy I gotta listen to what my gun say\nCan ya dig it, can ya dig it, can ya dig it?\nNo 40, O.E., gin and juice I'm a swig it, yo\nBut back to my drama\nI finally made my mind up and said fuck my mama\nI'ma get my shit straight, my mind I gotta get straight\nSo I bought a 38 yo\nI gotta get my head on\nAnd if ya still think I sing that sad song then you're dead wrong\nSo check my situation\nI guess you can call me a premature ejaculation\n(CHORUS)\nMan I ain't nothin' but a nut\nA premature ejaculation\nYo, life's kinda funny\nIt seems like we all bleedin' tryin' to get some bloody money\nI don't know why\nMotherfuckers trippin', talkin' 'bout I'm always high\nWhen I'm gone die, shit\nHow many problems can one motherfucker get yo\nWhat's wrong with my mind\nIf it wasn't for the bad times I wouldn't have no times\nMy baby done left me\nShe claims I need some mental therapy, she called me crazy\nIt ain't no sweat though\n'Cause anyday I canplay Russian Roulette hoe\nSo fuck that trick bitch\nAnyway, she was suckin' the next nigga dick, shit\nSo fuck the perpetration\nIf you can dig my situation, a premature ejaculation\n(CHORUS)\nYo, as the world turns\nIf one nigga die, 10 niggaz might learn from that\nThe shit runs deep though\n\"How deep?\" 6 feet deep put me to sleep bro\nHow can I make you understand\nAnd stop you from Stevie Wondering how I'm going under and\nYou try and diagnose me, analyze me\nBut the shit don't surprise me\nRealize that I see through all eyes gee\nI might be wise, but I'm blind just as I see\nI'm smokin' on a fat one\nI got one in the chamber, cock back on my cap gun\nThat's the way my life goes\nAnd my life ain't nothin' but bitches and money and hoes\nGoes a little somethin' like this\nI'm down to the E 'cause I'm a suicidalist, yo\nI look forward to passin' away\nAnd on my way to hell i get some ass on the way, yo\nSo check my situation\nI guess you could call me a premature ejaculation\n(CHORUS)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Premature Ejaculation\n  artist: Esham\n  album: Closed Casket\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Repeat 4x)\n  I can hear my mother call\n  Momma was a junkie and daddy was a playa\n  Man I swear, I don't care\n  About nothin', sometimes I'm rather be dead black\n  But that's about the millionth time I've said that\n  I get a headache everytime I start to think\n  I'm wonderin' why I'm not dead, I'm on the brink\n  Yo, it's kinda crazy, used to be my baby\n  But now you're not yourself because you shot yourself\n  I had a homie who tried to withside\n  He died, he lied in a closed casket right\n  I can't take it, am I gone make it\n  Suicide's my answer for life's cancer\n  I used to pray every Sunday\n  But since blasphamy I gotta listen to what my gun say\n  Can ya dig it, can ya dig it, can ya dig it?\n  No 40, O.E., gin and juice I'm a swig it, yo\n  But back to my drama\n  I finally made my mind up and said fuck my mama\n  I'ma get my shit straight, my mind I gotta get straight\n  So I bought a 38 yo\n  I gotta get my head on\n  And if ya still think I sing that sad song then you're dead wrong\n  So check my situation\n  I guess you can call me a premature ejaculation\n  (CHORUS)\n  Man I ain't nothin' but a nut\n  A premature ejaculation\n  Yo, life's kinda funny\n  It seems like we all bleedin' tryin' to get some bloody money\n  I don't know why\n  Motherfuckers trippin', talkin' 'bout I'm always high\n  When I'm gone die, shit\n  How many problems can one motherfucker get yo\n  What's wrong with my mind\n  If it wasn't for the bad times I wouldn't have no times\n  My baby done left me\n  She claims I need some mental therapy, she called me crazy\n  It ain't no sweat though\n  'Cause anyday I canplay Russian Roulette hoe\n  So fuck that trick bitch\n  Anyway, she was suckin' the next nigga dick, shit\n  So fuck the perpetration\n  If you can dig my situation, a premature ejaculation\n  (CHORUS)\n  Yo, as the world turns\n  If one nigga die, 10 niggaz might learn from that\n  The shit runs deep though\n  \"How deep?\" 6 feet deep put me to sleep bro\n  How can I make you understand\n  And stop you from Stevie Wondering how I'm going under and\n  You try and diagnose me, analyze me\n  But the shit don't surprise me\n  Realize that I see through all eyes gee\n  I might be wise, but I'm blind just as I see\n  I'm smokin' on a fat one\n  I got one in the chamber, cock back on my cap gun\n  That's the way my life goes\n  And my life ain't nothin' but bitches and money and hoes\n  Goes a little somethin' like this\n  I'm down to the E 'cause I'm a suicidalist, yo\n  I look forward to passin' away\n  And on my way to hell i get some ass on the way, yo\n  So check my situation\n  I guess you could call me a premature ejaculation\n  (CHORUS)\n"},{"id":24150967,"name":"Brainwashed","trackName":"Brainwashed","artistName":"Esham","albumName":"Closed Casket","duration":168.019592,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\nI'd rather be dead than fade away\nI'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\nI'd rather be dead than fade away\nI'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\nId rather be dead than fade away\nI'm gettin brainwashed like everyday\nI'd rather be dead than fade away\nNow I lay me down to sleep before I go to bed\n13 ways why yo ass should be dead\nI used to love dis ho but she went and fuck my boy\nNow I'm fucked up fo real still\nThis is the real Mccoy\nStill I try to tell myself it'll be alright\nStill I try to tell myself it'll be alright\nStill I try to tell myself it'll be alright\nBut once my mind starts clinkin' I'm losin' the fight\nI'm gettin brainwashed like everyday\nId rather be dead than fade away\nI'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\nI'd rather be dead than fade away\nI'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\nId rather be dead than fade away\nI'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\nI'd rather be dead than fade away\nNow who's that nigga gettin brainwashed-neva ho\nI'm too clever ho\nBut whenever yo ass want to play silly games wit a true blue\nUpfront the down stroll\nKickin' that voodoo\nI never had a ho I could call my own\nI only had hos who loved to bone\nEvery nigga in the crew that didn't screw this bitch\nI knew\nI guess she knew that she was brainwashed like everyday\nId rather be dead than fade away\nI'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\nId rather be dead than fade away\nI'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\nId rather be dead than fade away\nI'm losin' my mind\nGoin' insane like Kurt Cobain\nBlowin' out my brains for a dane\nIt's the same ol same\nEverybody knows the 411\nCall 911 'cause he's got a gun\nNow who's laughing bitch\nLets smoke the flat lines once the hammer clicks\nIf it sticks then I got a 666\nUntil death do us part\nIll be sick 'cause\nI'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\nId rather be dead than fade away\nI'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\nId rather be dead than fade away\nI'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\nId rather be dead than fade away","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Brainwashed\n  artist: Esham\n  album: Closed Casket\n  duration_ms: 168020\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\n  I'd rather be dead than fade away\n  I'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\n  I'd rather be dead than fade away\n  I'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\n  Id rather be dead than fade away\n  I'm gettin brainwashed like everyday\n  I'd rather be dead than fade away\n  Now I lay me down to sleep before I go to bed\n  13 ways why yo ass should be dead\n  I used to love dis ho but she went and fuck my boy\n  Now I'm fucked up fo real still\n  This is the real Mccoy\n  Still I try to tell myself it'll be alright\n  Still I try to tell myself it'll be alright\n  Still I try to tell myself it'll be alright\n  But once my mind starts clinkin' I'm losin' the fight\n  I'm gettin brainwashed like everyday\n  Id rather be dead than fade away\n  I'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\n  I'd rather be dead than fade away\n  I'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\n  Id rather be dead than fade away\n  I'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\n  I'd rather be dead than fade away\n  Now who's that nigga gettin brainwashed-neva ho\n  I'm too clever ho\n  But whenever yo ass want to play silly games wit a true blue\n  Upfront the down stroll\n  Kickin' that voodoo\n  I never had a ho I could call my own\n  I only had hos who loved to bone\n  Every nigga in the crew that didn't screw this bitch\n  I knew\n  I guess she knew that she was brainwashed like everyday\n  Id rather be dead than fade away\n  I'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\n  Id rather be dead than fade away\n  I'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\n  Id rather be dead than fade away\n  I'm losin' my mind\n  Goin' insane like Kurt Cobain\n  Blowin' out my brains for a dane\n  It's the same ol same\n  Everybody knows the 411\n  Call 911 'cause he's got a gun\n  Now who's laughing bitch\n  Lets smoke the flat lines once the hammer clicks\n  If it sticks then I got a 666\n  Until death do us part\n  Ill be sick 'cause\n  I'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\n  Id rather be dead than fade away\n  I'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\n  Id rather be dead than fade away\n  I'm gettin' brainwashed like everyday\n  Id rather be dead than fade away\n"}]