Текст песни Esham - No Singin/Misery, слова песни Esham

Текст песни Esham - No Singin/Misery

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No Singing/Misery No singing at my funeral, I can`t stand to see you break down, So when I die, place me in my coffin face down. Don`t wanna hear no preacher preachin` all that rafa tazz, Place me face down so you can walk and kiss my black azz. Leave me butt naked but don`t make it a closed coffin, Cuz if you do, I`ll come back and haunt you kinda often. But tell that bitch singin`, We Shall Overcome, to drop it, I make faces out of place so you oughta stop it. Well as I look up at the people lookin` down at me, It`s kinda sad to see, so take me out my misery. I hear some hummin` and some people singin` sad songs, Where did I go wrong, sad songs last long. I can hear the preacher sayin` good things about me,(Esham!) People cryin` as they readin` my obituary. Hush little baby, don`t say a word, Sometimes it`s best to be seen and not heard. For those of you who don`t know, For those of you who don`t know, For those of you who don`t know, I hate sad songs, so no singing at my funeral. He was so.. he was a good child. He was a good child. Why did he have to go? Well it`s the same ole sad song, I sing that mad song, I say it won`t last long, tellin` y`all be strong. Layin` on my back I can see all the misery, Thus accompany, I can hear you but I`m dead so don`t sing to me. Now you wanna sing me a lullaby but you make another cry, And I`m just another guy who wanna die Please believe, so don`t sing to me, Just let me be and I`ll rest in peace. It`s like a one way ticket to hell and I bought one, Nothing for sale but a cold and I caught one. For those of you who don`t know, I hate sad songs so no singing at my funeral. He was a good boy, Why he gotta play the game of death. He gettin` up! Oh shit, he gettin` up! Up`s a daisy, time for me to get up, Niggas get lit up, when I test shit up. Ain`t no singin` so get that shit straight, Bitches go think about me so they masturbate. No singing at my funeral, to let you know, Esham`s dope hoe and never so so. The black devil get`s funky in the joint, And fuck the police at east point. Young mutha fuckin` ass rebel, Call me unholy or the black devil. Esham`s ain`t nothing to fuck with, And if you talkin` some shit, you betta duck quick. Cuz niggas still dyin` to be down, With a furobred, they can`t fuck around. It get hectic enough to make your heart sick, I light `em up quick just like a candle stick, I`m not a convict so fuck politics, I`m not Catalic, but a lunatic. But I`ma set all that shit aside, I`m not blond hair or blue eyed like Bonnie & Clyde. I`ma take you for a joy ride, And if you slip-n-slide, you`ll get cock eyed. Blood stains all on the rhythm for you punk, Nigga die, when I drop the funk. Suckas always tellin` me, To put a gun to they head and take them out they misery. It ain`t no sweat off my back, You`ll get done whether white or black. I try but I hesitate, Cuz if I do a chump like you, I`ll be up state. Kill or not to kill is only like I know, But if you gotta go you gotta go. Ain`t no time for all that, Play dead and take two to the forehead. Nobody knows when they gonna go, So if you gotta go, I guess you betta not know. I think you better listen to me, We all get something out of life and that`s a guarantee. Whether poor or rich, you wanna know why, Life`s a bitch, because we guaranted to die.

Esham

No Singin/Misery

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