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esham - hellter skkkelter (edited) lyrics

what’s ya pleasure mista (8x)
sick in the head, so i tryed to kill a priest,
i’m thinkin’ of excuses instead of killin’ me.
the symptoms of insanity got me goin’ psycho,
friday the 13th just like michael.
if i get wreck then i wreck when i wreck it,
when i mic check one, two, when i check it.
lookin’ for excuses just to get ill,
how many pigs can one man kill?
many, plenty, all is any,
a pity for your thoughts but death is what you brought,
from a public enemy, public figure,
not your regular n-gg-.
like a rusty razor but i faze ya like a tazer,
think i’m malice green, and then i get dejavu,
then i get voodoo wicket,
slide a rusty razor across your throat then i stick it.
git my man, my man git,
tick tock tick when the heater go click.
and by the way, (edited) man.
godd-mn, you better murder the man.
you betta murder the man, you betta, red rum, red rum(2x)
you betta murder the man
you betta murder the man, you betta, red rum, red rum(2x)
you betta murder me man, before somebody get hurt,
sista mary do me work in the back of a church.
another one bites the dirt, when i put in work,
huh, you talkin’ to a expert.
the tazmanian devil, black devil,
that devil you don’t know, and don’t wanna know.
cuz i’m kinda like a head hunter jack choppin’ off,
and i’m gonna black, you know i wore the black,
cape, ain’t no if’s, and’s, or but’s,
when my jimmy swings long, i’m droppin’ my nuts to the floor,
uh to the floor, and let her know,
pick the hairs on my nuts, or better yet my afro.
big trigga, cooped up gorilla,
and like ice t, i’m a killa fo illa
vanilla ice on the ku klux klan,
you betta murder the man.
you betta murder the man, you betta, red rum, red rum(2x)
you betta murder the man.
you betta murder the man, you betta, red rum, red rum(2x)
red rum, red rum, murder, murder, murder,
standin’ in my way, then i gotta hurt ya.
never get happy, hair always nappy,
you’ll get slapped g, unholy papi.
visions of bl–dy bodies, bl–dy bodies of visions,
my mind and suicide, head on collision.
i vision an incission, some psycho precision,
psychedelic funkin’, slam jam dunkin’.
this is do or die, so i’d rather be dead,
catch em outta line, off with their head.
i flex the text, and break some freakin’ necks,
me gettin done plenty s-x in special effects.
make me crazy, mad, boy, i’m freakin’ bad,
you couldn’t even add all the problems i’ve had.
psycho sick, this is it,
abra cadabara, black magic.
voodoo wicket, wicket voodoo,
scared you go boo, funky doo doo.
i’m wicket, standin’ with my gat in my hand,
you betta murder the man!
you betta murder the man, you betta red rum, red rum,(2x)
you betta murder the man.
you betta murder the man, you betta red rum, red rum(2x)
what’s ya pleasure mista (8x)

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