Lyrics

[Intro] What's your pleasure, mister? What's your pleasure, mister? What's your pleasure, mister? What's your pleasure, mister? What's your pleasure, mister? What's your pleasure, mister? What's your pleasure, mister? What's your pleasure, mister? [Verse 1: Esham] Sick in the head so I tried to kill a priest I'm thinking of excuses instead of killing me The Symptoms of Insanity's got me going psycho Friday the 13th just like Michael If I get wreck then I wreck when I wreck it When I mic check, one, two when I check it Looking for excuses just to get ill How many pigs can one man kill? Many, plenty All if any A penny for your thoughts But death is what you bought From a public enemy, public figure Keeping my hands on the trigger Like a rusty razor but I'll faze you like a taser Think of Malice Green and then I get Deja Vu Then I get voodoo wicked Slide a rusty razor across your throat then I stick it Get my man, my man get Tick-tock-tick when the heater go click And by the way, **** *** man God damn, you better murder me man [Chorus] You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum You better murder me man You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum [Verse 2: Esham] You better murder me man 'fore somebody get hurt Sister Mary do me work in the back of the church Another one bites the dirt when I put in work Heh, you're talking to an expert The Tasmanian Devil, Black Devil That Devil you don't know, and don't want to know 'Cause I'm kind of like a head hunter jack Chop it off and I'm gonna black, you know I wanna black Can't no, ain't no, if ands or buts When my jimmy swings low, I'm dropping my nuts to the flo' Onto the flo', to let you know Pick the hairs off my nuts or better yet my afro Big trigga, cooped up gorilla And like Ice-T, I'm a killa, but illa Vanilla Ice on the Ku Klux Klan You better murder me man [Chorus] You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum You better murder me man You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum [Verse 3: Esham] Redrum redrum, murder murder murder Standing in my way, then I got to hurt ya Never get happy, hair always nappy You'll get slapped, G, unholy pappy Visions of bloody bodies, bloody bodies of vision My mind and suicide, head on collision I vision an incision, some psycho decision Psychedelic funking, slam jam dunking This is do or die so I'd rather be dead Catch them out of line, off with their heads I flex, the text, and break some freaking necks Need getting done plenty sex and special effects Make me crazy, mad, boy I'm freaking bad You couldn't even add all the problems I've had Psycho sick, this is sick Abracadabara, black magic Voodoo wicked, wicked voodoo Scare you, go boo, funky doodoo I'm wicked, standing with my gat in my hand You better murder me man [Chorus] You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum You better murder me man You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum [Outro] What's your pleasure, mister? What's your pleasure, mister? What's your pleasure, mister? What's your pleasure, mister? What's your pleasure, mister? What's your pleasure, mister? What's your pleasure, mister? What's your pleasure, mister? What's your pleasure, mister?