Boom - Esham, Violent J

Detroit listeners out there

You’d better be sure to stop by at the Galaxy Club

Where there’s a freestyle, super fresh contest going on tonight

If you got the skills you better get yout hip-hop ass on down here

We got DJ Clueless on the wheels of steel

Mortification is my next demonstration

I’d ask you for a lite pumpin' gas at the station

Here’s my situtation

I hate many people

So I hear no see no say no evil

Just like Knieval

Leave you headless bloody mess

Like you was ridin' a Ducati

Ladidadi broke every bone in your body I’m not sorry

I’d probely murder you

Voices tellin' me do what he say

Kill a DJ

Fuck what he play

Mayday Mayday

BOOM!

BOOM!

Blood’s all over the room

I fucked yo bitch

Like a witch with a broom

Doom’s

Day

Murderers say

All y’all must pay when the buckshot’s spray

Who wants the challenge me

Grab the mic and bust yo raps

But then I’m just gonna grab my strap

And just commence to bustin' caps

Leaving bodies piled up

In freestyle clubs (fuck)

You better make room

BOOM like what

WHAT!

y’all make room!

When we show up

BOOM BOOM BOOM

WHAT!

Killaz run up in this bitch

Start bustin' off shots

Hittin literballs, lazer lights and people on the top

I’m looking for the dj

Cuz he don’t see it my way

I’m bout 2 blow 'em out his head

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some A.B.K

I’m like a molitov cocktail

Breakin' on your wall

I’m setting shit off

I blow your lid off

Your body falls

You don’t need aluminoliam

Leavin' blood everywhere

And I’m aiming for the head n hair of everybody their

I’m like a grasshopper

Quick to jump I’m spreading my wings

You say the wicked shit will die

I say you faggots seeing things

And all you bitches know I’m gangsta

Don’t ask me to dance

I might straight panic pull the gat

And blow your pussy out your pants

It’s the wicked shit It’s E n J

It’s hotter than Hell

And every Devil’s Night we hunt them down

And slaughter D-12

I take the moosegun and shut your blood and blow it out your back

Turning face to camera

Where your hatchets at

Throw 'em up y’all

Make room

Guess who comin in

Grab my gun again

They told me he was one of them

So I done him in

A killers on the hunt again

Smoke my blunt again

Fatality finished him I win again

Repentance my vengance

So I’m not sentanced a hundred years

It’s burning my ears and blood is mixed with my tears fears

My styles get rid of theres

Drive-bys in wheelchairs

All you see is smoke in the air

Cuz we don’t care