Devil’s Night! Esham
"Devil’s Night!" by Esham, released in 1994, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of darkness, chaos, and rebellion against societal norms. The lyrics reflect a gritty, raw perspective on urban life, infused with horrorcore elements. Its unique sound combines rap with eerie beats, influencing underground hip-hop culture significantly.
[Verse 1]
Esham's back in the house for Devil's Night
And I'ma get me some gasoline and burn down the whole scene
Wicket rhymes I be wrestling
You better cover your ass 'cause I'ma do you with no Vaseline
Stick 'em, stuck 'em, I fuck 'em up and fuck 'em up good
Freak the funk so I fuck it up like a G should
Burn your house to the ground and watch you all cry
Pour gas all around and hope you all die
The type of arsonist niggas never ever seen
If you saw me, you see me smelling like kerosene
I got a magic trick, burn you like a drippy dick
Somebody pass me a Bic, on Devil's Night
[Verse 2]
Watch a nigga get ill like Fire Marshall Bill
Gasoline will spill from here to Louisville
I got a flamethrower, arsonist, suicidalist
Burn your motherfucking ass up to a crisp
Strike 'em, struck 'em, burn 'em up, fuck 'em
Fire man come, buck, buck, buck 'em
'Cause I'm a fireman but I got a gas can
Shoot the gas can, and blast your ass man
Shit God damn, I smell smoke
Slit a nigga's throat and fuck the okey doke
'Cause I gotta burn 'em, teach 'em and learn 'em
Until I get a turn, burn Hollywood, burn
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn 'til you're ashes
I burn niggas up when I get hot flashes
I slash his throat and choke off the gun smoke
Then blaze that ass like a J, on Devil's Night
Esham's back in the house for Devil's Night
And I'ma get me some gasoline and burn down the whole scene
Wicket rhymes I be wrestling
You better cover your ass 'cause I'ma do you with no Vaseline
Stick 'em, stuck 'em, I fuck 'em up and fuck 'em up good
Freak the funk so I fuck it up like a G should
Burn your house to the ground and watch you all cry
Pour gas all around and hope you all die
The type of arsonist niggas never ever seen
If you saw me, you see me smelling like kerosene
I got a magic trick, burn you like a drippy dick
Somebody pass me a Bic, on Devil's Night
[Verse 2]
Watch a nigga get ill like Fire Marshall Bill
Gasoline will spill from here to Louisville
I got a flamethrower, arsonist, suicidalist
Burn your motherfucking ass up to a crisp
Strike 'em, struck 'em, burn 'em up, fuck 'em
Fire man come, buck, buck, buck 'em
'Cause I'm a fireman but I got a gas can
Shoot the gas can, and blast your ass man
Shit God damn, I smell smoke
Slit a nigga's throat and fuck the okey doke
'Cause I gotta burn 'em, teach 'em and learn 'em
Until I get a turn, burn Hollywood, burn
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn 'til you're ashes
I burn niggas up when I get hot flashes
I slash his throat and choke off the gun smoke
Then blaze that ass like a J, on Devil's Night
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