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Stereophonics - No More Mr. Nice Guy lyrics
[Esham talking]
 Bitch ass niggaz don't wanna respect
 Got em in check
 No more Mr. nice guy, yo no more Mr. nice guy
 [Esham]
 My aggravation for this murder made me write this while I was dreaming
 She's suffocating cause I hurt her she was frightened she was screamin
 I was dreaming when I wrote this so don't quote me or you'll see me
 I'm that nigga in your nightmare put a hole up in your beanie
 I'm Esham, the devil, and God can't save me
 You better believe in this blasphemy
 These might be the last words you here from me
 Oh no, I've fallen
 The demons are callin
 I see em in my daydreams, man these niggaz don't understand
 I'm being followed by black crows and when it rains I wanna kill
 Esham's no Frosted Flake, Unholy is cereal
 What's the deal? I'm trapped in hell
 And Satan told me sold my soul
 No forgiveness for the sacrilegious nigga outta control
 I bust a cap in the middle of the night
 And hit your pitbull by mistake
 Hoe ass nigga started cryin cause I started barkin at the wake
 I be the U-N-H-O-L-Y, and I sing that murder lullabyeStereophonics - No More Mr. Nice Guy - http://motolyrics.com/stereophonics/no-more-mr-nice-guy-lyrics.html
 And I tellin you bitches right now
 No more Mr. nice guy
 No Mr. nice guy I was saying cause you bitches think I'm playin
 I be smokin so much bud my brains inside my head decayin
 I was young and terrible, ain't no other comparable
 The ghost writin, rhyme recitin you unaware hoe
 I taught ya, and torture, I'm a menace in my sentence
 I'll never be on my knees, beggin for repentance
 You niggaz just hate me cause you can't see my power
 I be smokin dead flowerz in the midnight hour
 I'm Esham, the devil, black devil, the demon
 Lucifer released the wicket sperm and I'm the semen
 Don't play me like a sucker cause I'll kill you muthafucka
 Chickenhead killa
 Clockin the dolla billas
 In Detroit every nigga and every bitch is turned out
 Every block you bend a corner on shit is burned out
 Nobody likes nobody so we all pack guns
 I got a knot in my pocket, all in ones
 Man, no more Mr. nice guy
 [whispering]
 No more Mr. nice guy
 I'm wicket in this industry








