Brain Surgery

Esham

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    [Mastamind]
    Uh Uh, Oh, Whassup
    It came to this now huh?
    We gotta cut mothafuckas like this now right?
    Uh uh, what? what? hey yo hey yo hey yo

    [Mastamind]
    Everytime I come around niggaz look at me up and down
    What the fuck now? Do I gotta get buckwild?
    My stress is at its all time high
    I'm just not impressed, with softees actin hard I gives a fuck
    less
    Do I gotta open his head up somethin surgical
    Take em vertical, never tatum while the verse is full
    Oh no! We gotta bleeda, bitch meet the reaper
    The devil ain't got no love for you, me neither
    You don't want a nigga like me to see ya, keep a heata
    The way my demons want you dead wouldn't wanna be ya
    Joke's up, the G loc's up, so what shut up
    We gon' see how tough you be when we roll up
    Talkin more shit that a critic would til we visit his hood
    Break his limbs chop him down, split his wood
    Time out, get him out the game anyway
    Fuck what anybody say, I can live with the fame
    I came to master the game and dish out pain
    You can't weather the storm get out the rain
    All my killaz chant, die die
    Dat all my killaz in the van, bout the murda ride
    And strive, when we collide ya better be somewhere inside
    Keep screamin fo yo life can't look a demon in the eye

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    [Esham]
    You, you, you too light in the ass to try to step in the ring
    with a heavy weight
    I'm bout to kill you, I give you a shot at the title but you
    must be suicidal
    Who's ya idol punk? Who's ya idol? You wanna piece a this?
    You can't handle this scandulous shit
    Brain surgery you better murder me I need some therapy
    For those who never hearda me you need a lombotamy
    Gotta be in ya head like purgery, purgatory
    Concocted the evil rhyme inside the laboratory
    Pimped Boomin Words From Hell way before D-12
    Tell me your favorite white rapper act like a female
    Bitch, slit ya wrist like ya dumb wife, Kim
    Scribble my name on the wall, I love E-S-H-A-M
    Choke a psychiatrist, choke the mic in my fist
    Chokin off the bomb smoke his therapy says my therapist
    I sniffed through much 'cane, wanna kill too many people
    So I hafta hear no, see no, say no motherfuckin evil
    Brain surgery open ya head up wake the dead up
    Never let up till ya wet up when ya fall down never get up
    Brain surgery open ya head up wake the dead up
    Never let up till ya wet up when ya fall down never get up

    [Shoestring]
    Come peep my skills and operation
    Stick it in yo brain, a mental patient
    Lookin in yo mind, bitch you still cryin
    Open up yo head and hit that line
    I tap them nerves and it makes you wiggle
    I kill more brains than Dr. Giggles
    So call us up if its urgent
    Dr. Kill Kill, yo fuckin brain surgeon
    Dr. Kill Kill, yo fuckin brain surgeon
    Dr. Kill Kill, yo fuckin brain surgeon

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    Composición: R.F. Peterson y E.A. Smith

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