
Hellter Skkklter (RADIO EDIT) Esham
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[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
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
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