Helter Skkkelter - Esham

Yeah 
Let me get on of those big motherfuckers and shit in here 
You know what I'm saying? 
I'm back in this bitch 
Just like Ice-T, you motherfuckers should've killed me last year 
In the house with my motherfucking brother Esham 
You know what I'm saying? 
Getting a little to much power in this motherfucker 



Sick in the head, so I tried to kill a priest 
I'm thinking of excuses instead of killing me 
The symptoms of insanity 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 cops can one man kill? 
Many, plenty, all is any 
A pity for your thoughts but death is what you brought 
From a public enemy, public figure 
Not your regular nigga 
Like a rusty razor but I faze ya like a tazer 
Think I'm malice green, and then I get dejavu 
Then I get voodoo wicked 
Slide a rusty razor across your throat then I stick it 
Shit goddamn, goddamn shit 
Suck my dick when the heater go click 
And by the way, fuck you man 
Goddamn, you better murder the man 


You betta murder the man, you better, Red Rum, Red Rum (2x) 
You betta murder the man 
You betta murder the man, you betta, Red Rum, Red Rum (2x) 


You better murder me man, before some nigga get hurt 
Let a nun suck my dick in the back of a church 
Another one bites the dirt, when I put in work 
Shit, you talkin' to a expert 
The tazmanian devil, black Devil 
That Devil you don't know, and don't wanna know 
Cause I'm kinda like a head hunter jack chopping off 
And I'm gonna black, you know I wore the black 
Cape, ain't no if's, and's, or but's 
When my dick swings long, I'm dropping my nuts to the floor 
Slap a hoe, and let her know 
Lick the hairs on my nuts, or better yet my afro 
Big nigga, cooped up gorilla 
And like Ice T, I'm a fucking cop killa 
Mothafuck the Ku Klux Klan 
You better murder the man 


You betta murder the man, you better, Red Rum, Red Rum (2x) 
You betta murder the man. 
You betta murder the man, you better, Red Rum, Red Rum (2x) 


Red Rum, Red Rum, murder, murder, murder 
Standing in my way, then I gotta hurt ya 
Never get happy, hair always nappy 
You'll get slapped G, unholy papi 
Visions of bloody bodies, bloody bodies of visions 
My mind and suicide, head on collision 
I vision an incission, some psycho precision 
Psychedelic funking, slam jam dunking 
This is do or die, so I'd rather be dead 
Cops get out of line, off with their head 
I flex the text, and break some fucking necks 
Me and a nun had sex in special effects 
Make me crazy, mad, boy, I'm fucking bad 
You couldn't even add all the problems I've had 
Psycho sick, suck my dick 
Abra-ca-da-bara, black magic 
Voodoo wicked, wicked voodoo 
Scared you go boo, funky doo doo 
I'm wicked, standing with my gat in my hand 
You better murder the man 


You better murder the man, you better Red Rum, Red Rum (2x) 
You better murder the man 
You betta murder the man, you better Red Rum, Red Rum (2x) 


Yeah, bitch 
How the fuck you gonna kill a dead man, mothafucka? 
Don't you know I've been dead, mothafuck you nigga 
I'm the mothafucka that gave you eyes, bitch 
You seeing through my eyes, mothafucka 
You know who I'm talking to, bitch! 
This dead boy mothafucka 
When you try and creep bitch 
I'ma get your mothafucking ass