Now once upon a time, way back in the day There was an MC-killer by the name of E-S-H-A-M And he was known to murder them all Gun-clapper leave a rapper brains all on the wall Now, nobody coul fade him cause he was known to murder em And kill the wack DJ's who never heard of him The radio was scared, they wouldnt even listen to him But he's gettin payed, and the flash of pistols to em He lives underground in parts unknown He's known to take your cookies to boogie the bloody microphone Seven MC's, put them in a line Then add seven more niggas who think they can shine Well, it'll take seven more before I'll go for mine Then I'll "blocabloca" my nine rhymes at the same tizzime They say, "MC-killer, dont let him rhyme around you, He's bound to pull a nine and blow your mind all around you" Now they got a white chalk line all around you Hanging from a telephone pole's how they found you Psychopathic, automatic Weapons get drawn if you got some static 'cause
This is how the story goes People these days are really out cold [x4]
Great scott, a monsters high on top of the Penasca Bustin off shots with the twenty-five-shot glock This is back when the wizard was cutting shit up Plus ain't nobody saying nothing, so I'm shutting shit up Killed another MC, scoped him from high off the tower Radio stations blow out your power, sniffin powder How the fuck I killed another DJ? Special request: I serviced his ass with the AK P-P-P-P-P-Pow muthafucka, ain't no love in my mind Ain't no tarnishing my game, ain't no dulling my shine Still nine dead bodies real hard to find And if you want to kill some more times, press rewinD
This is how the story goes People these days are really out cold [x4] Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
