Lyrics

[Intro: Esham] Killas, everyone's a killa now-a day Killas, let me tell you about some killa shit Yo, everyone's a killa [Verse 1: Esham] The first time killas made an attempt on my life It was all about some money, it was funny So I laughed, blood bathed it off That bastard's soft Grab my pistol, I'm shootin' missiles Here's how you can be a super rap star and people try to kill you too It's funny like that when you rap about death The shit really follows you like every other breath Watch ya step, a thousand black crows fly through the sky I hear voices in my head, evеryone must die Why? I dunno, shot another rappеr wit' the .44 What the fuck fo'? Deep in my psychosis lives this ferocious monster That just wants to crush, grab guns, squeeze triggas, bullets bust Still can't get enough, what a rush Blood stains soak the plush Carpet, oh shit, brain matter All over the room scattered Killas don't talk but stalk the streets I'm a complete cannibal, cookin' ya dead meat The Seventh Sign, walk da flatline Forever through time, eternally out my mind While you keep tryin' to save souls from dyin' And Hell is still hot and muthafuckas still fryin' And I ain't lyin' about abortion 'Cuz you can 'KKKill the Fetus' and still hear ya baby cryin' [Chorus] Everyone must die (Everyone must die) Everyone must die (Everyone must die) Everyone must die (Everyone must die) Everyone must die (Everyone must die) Everyone must die (Everyone must die) Everyone must die (Everyone must die) Everyone must die (Everyone must die) Everyone must die (Everyone must die) [Verse 2: Violent J, Esham] Everybody must die, everybody must die Everybody must die, everybody must die Everybody must die, that's why We all deserve another try with the big guy (Thank God) He's so easy to judge, all you know is his raps Well maybe there's more to his story perhaps I snap the necks of human being mortals Who think they know who's granted which portals Into the afterlife, fuck, don't nobody know 'Cause don't nobody ever return with the info Even so, Esham, a grown-ass man, damn it A product of the wickedry here on man's planet Redemption time cometh, redeem yourself And he no longer speaks of these demons in Hell But instead speaks of the demons here on this Earth And we'll always do wicked shit for all that it's worth But if you are the Hell and you want him there with ya Don't sleep at night 'cause the Boogie Man will get ya