King Gordy - Esham in the 80's lyrics

Gordy the suicidalist
Stories of gruesome satanist
Totally true and I confess
Sorry if you can not accept
Making your son suck a dick or two
'til his lips is blue
Slip some shit up then his brew
Now this kid is getting screwed
Maniac, blood inside the tub
That's where i'm laying at
Saying that I'm insane is all
That gonna make me snap
Where's your damn baby at?
Please I need some head from it
Cum on his head, toss it
Yes their mother yell stop it
Bitch hit the kitchen fix some chicken
While I lick your infant
Stick six inches up this dick
Inside your kid's clitoris
I've been burning body parts for


Half an hour now knock the fucking power out
Meat is turning sour now
Where is Brotha Lynch Hung?
Likes to speak in tongues as he eats thumbs
Fucking red rum 'til the police come
Bitch I think I'm Esham
Devil blowing kisses at the moon
Very soon I think Imma
Fucking become a monster

I don't wanna die tonight
They say commiting suicide is like
The best rollercoaster ride of your life
Follow me until the other side
Bitch I'm wicked like I'm
Esham in the eighties
E Esham in the eighties
Bitch I'm Esham in the eighties
E Esham in the eighties
Bitch I'm Esham in the eighties
E Esham in the eighties
Dead flowers, kill the fetus, closed casket

Yo a racist man
Freddy Krueger claw with a Jason mask
Michael Myers's jumpsuit
Fuck you! Crazy-ass!
Psychopathic like a hatchet
Knife is slashing right in traffic
Hyper addict, type to stab his wife
And have his life extracted
From his own body, murder, suicide
You and I choose to die
Who am I to unify these foolish minds?
All the condemned souls
God would not forgive them
So they're in hells pit froze
Flesh is frost bitten, lost ligaments
Cut off the children's dicks
And give them clitoris
Enslave the men's brains impregnate
The women then set dates to have them all
Beheaded then killed again
Sentence them to death
Holocaust show began again
This is sin we posses it in their skin
Shit is incredible how edible
The flesh has been then again
Hell is just a vessel it can
Help you if you enter
In the fire I'll protect you
You are special I can get you in

I don't wanna die tonight
They say commiting suicide is like
The best rollercoaster ride of your life
Follow me until the other side
Bitch I'm wicked like I'm
Esham in the eighties
E Esham in the eighties
Bitch I'm Esham in the eighties
E Esham in the eighties
Bitch I'm Esham in the eighties
E Esham in the eighties
Dead flowers, kill the fetus, closed casket

Uh these are booming words from hell
Soothing words have failed
On death ears next year you will
Burn and dwell in darkness
Pitchforks, dicks forced into ass of prophets
This corpse gets more fans than that Muhammed
The Quran needs a colonic
Cause it's clogged up with a lot of shit
Follow it you 'gon have to bomb an army then
Hail lord Vader he is Satan in the flesh
Maybe yes
He will make a joke about your babies death
Take it's breath and inhale it
Call it baby meth
Smell it, it'll make your chest swell
Inside your belly and you're pregnant
Will you rape it? Yes!
Lucifer is lord don't you take a step into
A church or you will burst in flames
Maybe break your neck
Holy father your holy water tastes like acid
Slowly start to melt
Oh my god I'll slaughter you baptists!
Had it with you bastards who
Be thinking that I'm crazy
Face pained, you can't fade me
Bitch I'm Esham in the eighties

I don't wanna die tonight
They say commiting suicide is like
The best rollercoaster ride of your life
Follow me until the other side
Bitch I'm wicked like I'm
Esham in the eighties
E Esham in the eighties
Bitch I'm Esham in the eighties
E Esham in the eighties
Bitch I'm Esham in the eighties
E Esham in the eighties
Dead flowers, kill the fetus, closed casket