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Silicone

Album cover art for "Silicone" by Esham

Esham - Rap

Silicone

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May 7, 1996.

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[Intro] You wanna be dead nigga? Yeah you, you wanna be dead? Now how you lie, 'cause I'll kill you Yeah I'll kill ya [Verse 1] Lord forbid, I do a bid, I never bid on a sucka's life And if I did, it'd be a jackknife I'm out to kill a clone, niggas be actin' silicone For the real it's on, still it's on In my darkest hour, I clock the Glock Death is certain, life is not I got thirteen ways, less than seven days To change my wicked ways before I'm off to an early grave One more is drug related, another body murdered premeditated Fallen victim to what I stated You don't understand me 'cause I'm dyslexic My styles come sick as anorexic I don't sing church songs but bust shot guns At ministers 'cause I can't trust none Break out the skull and bones Here comes the ill ass nigga with the three five seven chrome And it goes on in my maggot brain I remain insane to bring the pain with the migraine Niggas with breasts I'll snatch yo' heart out yo chest And stand like Kano possessed as I finish him, your silicone leaks [Interlude] Nigga, nigga, silicone, nigga, nigga [Verse 2] All I hear is your screams Somebody's screamin' out my name I weigh my Uzi on a triple beam Unload my magazine niggas can't read me Redrum's all I hear so you wanna bleed me I pop niggas like corns, stickin' niggas like thorns And I yawns at your funeral while your family mourns I'm not inclined to sympathize in my mind I'll be glad when you in a body bag for bed time You can't afford this, all aboard this night train Come and ride the midnight maggot brain I need some therapy I shot my therapist See, I be pissed, 'cause I'm nothin' but a straight suicidalist Idiotic, my voodoo's symbotic to a mad man I'm down to put a slug in an Aryan And I'm down for whatever, whenever, however Is clever whether forever or for never So don't test one mad motherfucker If you do, dick sucker, I'mma pop yo silicone [Interlude] Nigga, silicone, nigga, nigga [Verse 3] My wicked shit is wicked, niggas bite it when I kick it But I'm sick with this, it's so ridiculous I don't believe in God, so it's odd 'Cause every time I bust ill shit, niggas screamin' "Oh my God!" I got the G-Lo, I got the G-Lo And it's cocked to pop, pop, pop piggity pop pop And it don't stop it never did The wicked shit'll never die, I have no alibi for murder, shit I'm contemplatin' suicide twenty fo' seven And like I told your ass before it ain't no fuckin' heaven I'm manic depressed, I'm panicked to never confess I'm the one that put them slugs in my momma chest Premeditated, murder's always on my fuckin' mind Body outlined chalk to walk the flatlines You wanna know what goes on in my maggot brain It won't stop until the whole world feels my pain Chemical dependencies, suicidal tendency Mental stress got me beggin' for eternal rest I must confess to the real, I'm out to kill a clone I pop titty niggas that's silicone [Outro] Nigga, silicone, nigga, nigga, silicone

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