Esham - Last Ride to Hell lyrics
[Esham - Last Ride to Hell lyrics]
This the last ride to Hell, let me begin
Get in, say hello to my little friend
Nicknamed Errol Flynn
Send in like a whirlwind
If you a pimp, I'ma kidnap your girlfriend
If you a dope dealer, I'ma take your dope
Your money, your life
And hang you from a rope
If you a wack rapper and
You touch the mic now
You hearin' thunder and the
Lightning gettin' clapped down
Tell you what you get when
You fuck with the wicket
This your last ride to Hell
Get your one-way ticket
The first day, when you sold your soul
Your eyes turned black
And your heart got cold
The second day, you act like you didn't know
The reason your records go platinum and gold
The third day word say Mark Zuckerberg
In your Facebook
Hey, I wouldn't advise you to
Get in this game
'Cause the pain of same is greater
Than the pain of change
It's the Devil at the end of this road
He waitin' on you brother, I'm NATAS
They the one put Satan on you
Knockin' on Heaven's doors
They closed the gates up on you
'Cause you forsaken, homie
There's no escapin', homie
Tell you what you get when
You fuck with the wicket
This your last ride to Hell
Get your one-way ticket
If you a pedophile, set you on fire
Hang your burnin' body from a telephone wire
If you a liar, cut out your tongue
Hit you in the face with
The butt of my tongue
You be like "what have I done
" but see there's nowhere to run
I'm a public enemy, and my Uzi weighs a ton
Can't get a refund without payin' some dues
You can't walk a mile in these bloody shoes
But the ahs and oohses, they kind of new
So you do a drive-by, put the car on cruise
Playin' Russian roulette
Gotta know the rules
It's either Heaven or Hell
Which road you choose?
Tell you what you get when
You fuck with the wicket
This your last ride to Hell
Get your one-way ticket
Jim James, bitch! Jim James, bitch!
Get in, say hello to my little friend
Nicknamed Errol Flynn
Send in like a whirlwind
If you a pimp, I'ma kidnap your girlfriend
If you a dope dealer, I'ma take your dope
Your money, your life
And hang you from a rope
If you a wack rapper and
You touch the mic now
You hearin' thunder and the
Lightning gettin' clapped down
Tell you what you get when
You fuck with the wicket
This your last ride to Hell
Get your one-way ticket
The first day, when you sold your soul
Your eyes turned black
And your heart got cold
The second day, you act like you didn't know
The reason your records go platinum and gold
The third day word say Mark Zuckerberg
In your Facebook
Hey, I wouldn't advise you to
Get in this game
'Cause the pain of same is greater
Than the pain of change
It's the Devil at the end of this road
He waitin' on you brother, I'm NATAS
They the one put Satan on you
Knockin' on Heaven's doors
They closed the gates up on you
'Cause you forsaken, homie
There's no escapin', homie
Tell you what you get when
You fuck with the wicket
This your last ride to Hell
Get your one-way ticket
If you a pedophile, set you on fire
Hang your burnin' body from a telephone wire
If you a liar, cut out your tongue
Hit you in the face with
The butt of my tongue
You be like "what have I done
" but see there's nowhere to run
I'm a public enemy, and my Uzi weighs a ton
Can't get a refund without payin' some dues
You can't walk a mile in these bloody shoes
But the ahs and oohses, they kind of new
So you do a drive-by, put the car on cruise
Playin' Russian roulette
Gotta know the rules
It's either Heaven or Hell
Which road you choose?
Tell you what you get when
You fuck with the wicket
This your last ride to Hell
Get your one-way ticket
Jim James, bitch! Jim James, bitch!