I Mother Earth - Passenger lyrics

[backround: Esham]

Somebody help me, somebody help me, somebody help me!

[Chorus: Psychopathic Screams]

[Esham]

No one hears my screams

I told you me deepest fears

but I'm still havein bad dreams

it seems, I'm still trapped inside a paradox

weather you care or not

my inferred plays connect the dots

The evil nigga no nigga could eva figure the style

comist the body count and the bodies pile

a hundred miles

and me styles never get worn

the wicket shit will never die

no need to mourn

The suckas stay off my dick I'm never friendly

to go to church fuck Jesus cause it just aint in me in me

Lord have mercy, damn its the devils day

can i say, wicket niggas come out and play, and hey

I do it for the suicidalness

and aint no otha nigga suicidal like this, so scream

[Chorus]

[Esham]

Screamin at the top of my lungs

redrum, redrum, murder 1 uh, nigga with the gun uh, acti-tion

rude boy never hesitate to bust

and fuck any motha fucka who aint down with us

The wicket nigga the nigga with wicket commin with the wicket ness

and niggas still on my dick for this

A straight suicidal, homicidal, brotha

neva like anotha, take a pillow and smuggle yo motha

Run for cover, hide for shelter

nigga i felt cha, and oh yeah helta skelta, the fuck the funk

I'm never down

me and my nigs don't fuck around, I'm stickily underground

I take yo momma ya daddy and everything you love

and tell yo ass their aint no heaven up above and just scream

[Chorus]

[Esham]

My shits so inconspicuous

its so ridiculous

niggas lick my style like a dick

But I'm a nut up, cut up, what up, cut they dick off

and sew they butt up, cause they some pussies

Bitch get back off my ball sack

cut it loose, my shits triple fact like a goose

and, I know the one to make the shit that make you vomit

I live mo life then on tupacs stomach

Check the maggot brain theory

niggas cant get near me to hear me, I'm bustin off like a sawed off

Shotgun, love, I got none

niggas betta run when I cock one, the hot one

I still swallow bullets spittin em in yo face

cause I love the way gun powder taste and just scream

[Chorus]