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• Artiste: Esham
• Titre: Maggot Brain Theory
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Let me give you a piece of my mind You will find that I flip like Jeckel and Hyde On a suicide track that I ride in fact I walk the black lines of the dead bodies Talk lines when I walk lines Thinkin of excuses Mental abuses Told you last year you should've murdered me How you gonna kill a dead man So you never heard of me I feel no pain, you can't hurt me If you squirt me Till the tick tock With the hammer cock On the glock Infa-Red play connect the dots With blood clocks Blood stains Here I go once again On the flat line That line is my maggot brain [Chorus] I got the funk-a-del-lic locked in my maggot brain [Background talking] I got the funk-a-del-lic locked in my maggot brain [Background talking] Some think I'm crazy I have seen all type of doctors All type of coppers In helicopters Thinkin, thinkin bout drinkin me some liquor Drop me some acid make my buzz come quicker I don't give a fuck about Mr. Dennis Archer Cause from day one I was down with Commie Youngin Larry Nethers and Walter Buttsa Hope you in prison suckin on nuts No justice no peace That's why I pack my a piece to protect me from the police Cause they wanna kill a nigga But still a nigga moves away a ton Motherfucker come and get some But if you come you came To the terrordome Where there's only steal-plated chrome in my maggot brain [Chorus X2] Come down rude boy Let me bust you with an automatic Synthetic plastic toy When holy I'm out my mind so much I need a brand new head I'm good as dead boy cause I'm almost dead When I kick it, I like my shit What, Wicket With the insane in the brain poetry You know me I'm that nigga killed the bees back in '93 Voices in my head always try to kill me Now you wanna tell me you know how I'm feelin' Good god, you be illin' cause I'm rootin for the villain Plain and simple, simple and plain You know my name I got a migraine, in my maggot brain [Chorus x2] I got that funk-a-del-lic [X14] I got that funk-a-del-lic locked in my maggot brain