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natas - scream كلمات الأغنية

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(backround: esham)
somebody help me, somebody help me, somebody help me!

(chorus) – (psychopathic screams)

(esham)
no one hears my screams
i told you me deepest fears
but i’m still havein bad dreams
it seems, i’m still trapped inside a paradox
weather you care or not
my inferred plays connect the dots
the evil n-gg- no n-gg- could eva figure the style
comist the body count and the bodies pile
a hundred miles
and me styles never get worn
the wicket sh-t will never die
no need to mourn
the suckas stay off my d-ck i’m never friendly
to go to church f-ck jesus cause it just aint in me in me
lord have mercy, d-mn its the devils day
can i say, wicket n-gg-s come out and play, and hey
i do it for the suicidalness
and aint no otha n-gg- suicidal like this, so scream

(chorus)

(esham)
screamin at the top of my lungs
redrum, redrum, murder 1 uh, n-gg- with the gun uh, acti-tion
rude boy never hesitate to bust
and f-ck any motha f-cka who aint down with us
the wicket n-gg- the n-gg- with wicket commin with the wicket ness
and n-gg-s still on my d-ck for this
a straight suicidal, homicidal, brotha
neva like anotha, take a pillow and smuggle yo motha
run for cover, hide for shelter
n-gg- i felt cha, and oh yeah helta skelta, the f-ck the funk
i’m never down
me and my nigs don’t f-ck around, i’m stickily underground
i take yo momma ya daddy and everything you love
and tell yo -ss their aint no heaven up above and just scream

(chorus)

(esham)
my sh-ts so inconspicuous
its so ridiculous
n-gg-s lick my style like a d-ck
but i’m a nut up, cut up, what up, cut they d-ck off
and sew they b-tt up, cause they some p-ss-es
b-tch get back off my ball sack
cut it loose, my sh-ts triple fact like a goose
and, i know the one to make the sh-t that make you vomit
i live mo life then on tupacs stomach
check the maggot brain theory
n-gg-s cant get near me to hear me, i’m bustin off like a sawed off
shotgun, love, i got none
n-gg-s betta run when i c-ck one, the hot one
i still swallow bullets spittin em in yo face
cause i love the way gun powder taste and just scream

(chorus)

- natas

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