Teksty: Esham. Detroit Dogshit. Maggot Brain Theory.
Let me give you a piece of my mind
You will find that I flip like Jeckel and Hyde
On a suicide track that I ride in fact, I walk the black lines
Of the dead bodies, talk lines when I walk lines
Thinkin? of excuses, mental abuses
Told you last year you should've murdered me
How you gonna kill a dead man
So you never heard of me, I feel no pain, you can't hurt me
If you squirt me till the tick tock
With the hammer cock on the glock
Infa-Red play connect the dots
With blood clocks
Blood stains, here I go once again
On the flat line that line is my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
Some think I'm crazy, I have seen all type of doctors
All type of coppers in helicopters
Thinkin?, thinkin? ?bout drinkin? me some liquor
Drop me some acid make my buzz come quicker
I don't give a fuck about Mr. Dennis Archer
?Cause from day one I was down with Commie Youngin?
Larry Nethers and Walter Buttsa, hope you in prison suckin on nuts
No justice no peace, that's why I pack my a piece
To protect me from the police ?cause they wanna kill a nigga
But still a nigga moves away a ton, motherfucker come
And get some but if you come you came to the terror dome
Where there's only steal-plated chrome in my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
Come down rude boy, let me bust you with an automatic
Synthetic plastic toy when holy I'm out my mind so much
I need a brand new head
I'm good as dead boy cause I'm almost dead
When I kick it, I like my shit, what, Wicket?
With the insane in the brain poetry, you know me
I'm that nigga killed the bees back in '93
Voices in my head always try to kill me
Now you wanna tell me you know how I'm feelin'
Good god, you be illin' cause I'm rootin for the villain
Plain and simple, simple and plain, you know my name
I got a migraine, in my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
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I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
I got that funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
You will find that I flip like Jeckel and Hyde
On a suicide track that I ride in fact, I walk the black lines
Of the dead bodies, talk lines when I walk lines
Thinkin? of excuses, mental abuses
Told you last year you should've murdered me
How you gonna kill a dead man
So you never heard of me, I feel no pain, you can't hurt me
If you squirt me till the tick tock
With the hammer cock on the glock
Infa-Red play connect the dots
With blood clocks
Blood stains, here I go once again
On the flat line that line is my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
Some think I'm crazy, I have seen all type of doctors
All type of coppers in helicopters
Thinkin?, thinkin? ?bout drinkin? me some liquor
Drop me some acid make my buzz come quicker
I don't give a fuck about Mr. Dennis Archer
?Cause from day one I was down with Commie Youngin?
Larry Nethers and Walter Buttsa, hope you in prison suckin on nuts
No justice no peace, that's why I pack my a piece
To protect me from the police ?cause they wanna kill a nigga
But still a nigga moves away a ton, motherfucker come
And get some but if you come you came to the terror dome
Where there's only steal-plated chrome in my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
Come down rude boy, let me bust you with an automatic
Synthetic plastic toy when holy I'm out my mind so much
I need a brand new head
I'm good as dead boy cause I'm almost dead
When I kick it, I like my shit, what, Wicket?
With the insane in the brain poetry, you know me
I'm that nigga killed the bees back in '93
Voices in my head always try to kill me
Now you wanna tell me you know how I'm feelin'
Good god, you be illin' cause I'm rootin for the villain
Plain and simple, simple and plain, you know my name
I got a migraine, in my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
I got the funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
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I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
I got that funkadelic, I got that funkadelic
I got that funkadelic locked in my maggot brain
Esham
Detroit Dogshit
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