Esham - $cribble lyrics

For all y'all niggas want me go to Hell
You go to Hell first
For all y'all niggas wanna murder me
I'm bustin' shells first
I be your funeral director, Uber your hearse
Spit one wicked rhyme about you
 a wicked curse
Then you notice me, dog,  in reverse
Hard like suicide dogs on the web squad like
Hands up, bands up
Got slugs for them killers when they ran up
Esham's dope, ho
Hands still low la for the po-po
What up doe, yo, you can't nibble my scribble
Get you a bib for all of your dribble
Still comin' down kinda crooked
Like a cripple
Do the Fred Sanford, I'm gone off Ripple
You big dummy, you big dummy
Don't make a move, I got the on me
I'm blam blammin', I'm blam blammin'
Comin' through the door like Yosemite Sam and
I make the bacon, roast the pig a ham sammich
The Detroit way, I came to do damage
Blood, sweat, and tears, throughout the years
Still rockin' it for those that ain't here