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    "Poetry" Lyrics

    ESham

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    [Talking continues from Detroit 101]
    Heh, see, it's a conspiracy, see y'all, y'all killed my man
    and now they tryin' to kill me. They think I can't see that.
    You think I can't see that.

    I know you heard of me never but I murder forever
    Impatient mental patient without health care
    Detroit street-educated straight off the welfare
    Powered milk drinkin', suicidal witchdoctor known for head shrinkin'
    The government want me to stop thinkin'
    Blink and I'm gone, reappear with the chrome to ya dome
    Bustin' caps like raps on microphones
    Now if you wanna talk to some crooks
    Come to Detroit and getcha bling took
    I ain't exaggeratin', I ain't playa hatin'
    3 feet of snow and killas still roll Dayton's
    Oh my god, it's crazy
    Think I want a different color mink for everyday of the week
    Homey, don't speak on me
    I'm the one and only gift the Unholy poetry

    Poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry
    Oh...the wicked shit, the wicked shit, you bitch

    That's all, that's it, these niggaz talkin' shit
    That's all I needed, one wicked rhyme never repeated
    I'm heated, put acid on Skittles and make you eat it
    And when he come up dead they be like
    'He did it, E did it'
    I gives a fuck, I gives a fuck
    Get buck, get stuck like a chicken get pluck
    These niggaz in my city on a nut like what
    Never been to a party didn't get shot up
    Shot, shot, shot up
    Never been to a party didn't get shot up
    Didn't get shot up

    Mental telepathy tellin' me I need therapy
    I blew my cranium killin' brain cells, I'll never be sane
    I'm insane, life in pain, that's whatchu gain
    When it rain on the Unforgiven in the fast lane
    This is ya brain on drugs but if it was ya brain on slugs
    It'd be nothin' blood, 'cuz we livin' in a world that's ran by thugs
    I said we livin in a world that's ran by thugs
    And they quick to peel ya, kill ya, still they never fill ya
    Until...you...die, until you die

    Where we all go when we die?
    Where we go when we die?
    Where we all go when we die? [x4]
    This song was submitted on March 5th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Frank Romano, Ivan Barias, Carvin Haggins, Taalib Johnson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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