Текст песни Esham f Violent J - Boom
Esham f Violent J - Boom слова песни
Detroit listeners out thereyou`d better be sure to stop by at the Galaxy Clubwhere there`s a freestyle, super fresh contest going on tonightIf you got the skills you better get yout hip-hop ass on down hereWe got DJ Clueless on the wheels of steel[Esham]Mortification is my next demonstrationI`d ask you for a lite pumpin` gas at the stationHere`s my situtationI hate many peopleSo I hear no see no say no evilJust like KnievalLeave you headless bloody messLike you was ridin` a DucatiLadidadi broke every bone in your body I`m not sorryI`d probely murder youVoices tellin` me do what he sayKill a DJFuck what he playMayday MaydayBOOM! BOOM!Blood`s all over the roomI fucked yo bitchLike a witch with a broomDoom`sDayMurderers sayAll y`all must pay when the buckshot`s sprayWho wants the challenge meGrab the mic and bust yo rapsBut then I`m just gonna grab my strapAnd just commence to bustin` capsLeaving bodies piled upIn freestyle clubs(fuck)You better make roomBOOM like what[Chorus: repeat 2X]WHAT! y`all ain`t BOOM!When we show upBOOM BOOM BOOMWHAT![Violent J]Killaz run up in this bitchStart bustin` off shotsHittin literballs, lazer lights and people on the topI`m looking for the djCuz he don`t see it my wayI`m bout 2 blow `em out his head?????? some A.B.KI`m like a molitov cocktailBreakin` on your wallI`m setting shit offI blow your lid offYour body fallsYou don`t need aluminoliamLeavin` blood everywhereAnd I`m aiming for the head n hair of everybody theirI`m like a grasshopperQuick to jump I`m spreading my wingsYou say the wicked shit will dieI say you faggots seeing thingsAnd all you bitches know I`m gangstaDon`t ask me to danceI might straight panic pull the gatAnd blow your pussy out your pantsIt`s the wicked shit It`s E n JIt`s hotter than HellAnd every Devil`s Night we hunt them downAnd slaughter D-12I take the moosegun and shut your blood and blow it out your backTurning face to cameraWhere your hatchets atThrow `em up y`all[Chorus][Esham]Make roomGuess who comin inGrab my gun againThey told me he was one of themSo I done him inA killers on the hunt againSmoke my blunt againFatality finished him I win againRepentance my venganceSo I`m not sentanced a hundred yearsIt`s burning my ears and blood is mixed with my tears fearsMy styles get rid of theresDrive-bys in wheelchairsAll you see is smoke in the airCuz we don`t care[Chorus]