Esham - Psilocybin lyrics

Dirt low slut tramp bitch
Ho motherfucking BASS

This right here will make your head ring
Right now the dead are dancing
Whats that on your forehead? Infrared beam
I stay winning like Charlie Sheen
Tuck her blood in diamonds and let
Em' know you mean it
Cops ask where you learned that from
On tv's whatchu screamin
Brain fragments in the back seat
You gotta clean it
Take the strap and dump it in the river
You ain't seen it
Cops come around, don't tell them shit
This a real made man, Mafia hit
Chopping up her body put it
In the meat grinder
I bet the detectives'll never find her
Facebook, stay off of that
Block calls don't answer that
I'll let you know where to drop the ransom at
Triple black, Cadillac
Pull around to the back slow
(and by the way, suck my motherfucking BASS)

Uzis weigh a ton and rude
Boys always blow they guns
Uzis weigh a ton and rude
Boys always blow they guns
Uzis weigh a ton and rude
Boys always blow they guns
Rude boys always blow they guns, guns, guns
Guns guns

Went inside the victor beam like
Police by the border
Chilling by the pool like
A crocodile by water i was on a speed boat
She was on the ski slope
Ice berg, avalanche straight overdose
Hooked on cooked on, broken stove pilot out
In my mind Im messing up
So I try to white it out
Entering the void, got me paranoid
Camera phones and androids taking polaroids
Picture snappin, Wire tappin
Somebody working with the captain
Once I find out who the rat is
Im burying the bastard
Picture Snappin, Wire tappin
Somebody working with the captain
Once I find out who the rat is
Im burying the bastard