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Natas - Scream 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 usNatas - Scream - http://motolyrics.com/natas/scream-lyrics.html
 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]









