My 9 Rhymes Lyrics
The song My 9 Rhymes is performed by Esham in the album named Boomin' Words From Hell in the year 1989 .
Send My 9 Rhymes Ringtone to your Cell
Born beat up and always hungry
Never thought I'd turn into a criminal if anything
Runnin from the cops like Al Capone
Goin Rambo on them mother f**kers like Sly Stallone
Got a gat in my pants like its part of my belt
s*ckers scared like butter so they start to melt
I stand silent like concrete in Detroits streets
What a rich man throws away is what a poor man eats
When i was 5 my mind start to blow
Told my teacher i want to be like Hitler when i grow up
When i was 7 disregarded the laws of heaven
When i was 10 i started commiting sin
I went to church on Sunday and i cussed out the reverand
When i became an adolescent i never learned my lesson
Witchcraft and voodoo with needles and pins
Puttin holes in mother f**kers with a f**kin smith and wesson
A homicidal vital recital Esham my title
I know my shit is deaf and i know you want a bite oh
But no dont do it you'll be just a carbon copy
Esham is original and everyone else is sloppy
Still i kill im sweet like Sugar Hill
Not your average everyday elemantry run of the mill
Mother f**ker get it strait i dont battle thats for s*ckers
You wish you was down with Reel Life Product aint that right brothers
I dont bullshit no need to bullshit
You pull some shit and you'll be pullin bullets n shit
Brother think im bluffin pull me bluff and get f**ked up and
Its time for me to shut up cus i really said enough