My Last Words Lyrics
The song My Last Words is performed by Esham .
Send My Last Words Ringtone to your Cell
Devilish rockin' in hell
Mind of a psycho funk I sell
The U-N-H-O-L-Y just as well
I think I gotta buzz from the quart of Champelle
Time to get wicked watch me kick it
And I'm a throw it in your face until your sick of it
You see the radio won't play my music
If I say s*ck my d**k they refuse it
f**k the radio now what 'cha wanna do
f**k 107.5 and channel 62
f**k the new dance show also
"I'm sick of that shit, listen to the hit"
And any motherf**ker who doubts me
Close your mouth 'cause you don't know shit about me
I got a whole new attitude, I still get rude
I still kick wicked shit and I ain't changin' shit
f**k censorship I say s*ck my d**k
Back to back with a ho and a bitch
And all y'all s*ckas can s*ck my balls
And if I'm goin' to hell, I'm goin' out sayin' f**k y'all
(CHORUS)(4x)
Yeah I got some last words
f**k all y'all
Bitches, niggaz, parents, teachers
The radio, the church house, and the preacher
s*ck my d**k till I die
You think I give a f**k if I make your grandma cry
Bitch get real, 'cause I'm a get ill
Some nigga tryin' to dis me? Now be for real
I got the funk I flow, just to f**k ya ho
And I'm cold gettin' pus*y 'cause your bitch said so
f**k Reverend Night, while I rock the mic
Better lock your doors on devil's night
'Cause I'm a crucafix and let loose the mix
And for the punks who don't like me let loose my d**k
Turn the noise up and watch me tear it up
And if ya ain't singin' with me shut the f**k up
I'm gonna make ya holler, while I clock big dollars
While your bitch is cold screamin' my name, yes y'all
For all y'all hopin' for my downfall
f**k all y'all
(CHORUS)
On your FM band, I get banned off the radio dial
I get buck wild, now I gotta style
That just won't quit
And if you don't like it just s*ck my d**k
The U-N-H-O-L-Y son of a bitch
Cold holdin' my d**k 'cause I'm doin' this shit
How this shit be done rappin' son of a gun
You said you saw me with the devil, but I ain't the one
So try to fess me, or even test me
But f**k you and Elvis Presley
I'm sick of that dead motherf**ker let him die
Everybody always comin' with an alibi
Now they say he ain't dead, he livin' in Texas
When all the bitches on the planet think I'm s*xist
f**k Elvis Presley he can s*ck my nuts yes
What he meant to you, I give a f**k less
And I don't care about you, her, or him
It's long, tall, short, fat E-S-H-A-M
And to all the ones that hope for my downfall
It'll never happen so f**k all y'all
(CHORUS)