Esham - The Devil Gets Funky Lyrics
When I was born broke I was a joke to manyBut then I said gimme that respect now your on my jimmyThe Unholy, bumpin out your systemMy kinda music'll make ya go get a exorcismI took a journey in ya mind and then I came outAnd when I said I'm out your mind I blew your brain outSome think I'm voodoo, but still I'm funky like doo dooUnholy's in the house with the whole kit and kaboodleMicrophone mysterious, some say I'm deliriousBut if you bite my rhyme then you'll die and this is seriousThe seventh sign of death is the groove so lemme groove yaMy flow is just to funky for you its time for me to move ya soulThe I rock n roll to the next phaseI'll make ya ears bleed blood on the air wavesI think the rythym died, I tried to resurrect itBut if my shit wasn't def then you'd eject itDisconnect it, uncorrected, as you selectedAs the devil gets funky(CHORUS)More Bounce... Hold it now, that's PLAYED OUT!What the ***** is that funky smell?Now is the Unholy sacrificeYou'll pay the price crucified like Christ on the micSome wonder the evil that men doI dont pretend to, cuz I'm fin toGet wicket for the sake of my own soulSold my soul to the highest bidda, now I'm finnaDrop juice, or should I say AcidGet loose and try ta diss you'll getcha ass kickedI got a knife and I'll cut cha throatAnd I'm stabbin any motha*****a who said I wasn't dopeNow you see me, now you dontNow you wanna be me, I wonder what fo'Is it cuz, Esham's far from a *****in ho***** with me and I'll end up on death rowYou'll get broken in just like a pair of slacksI break ho's, break hearts, and break backsKiller tracks on wax attackCuz my mouth is so dirty they wanna wash it with AjaxMy nine rhymes go bang it aint no thangAll ya'll pussies cant hang as the devil gets funky(CHORUS)What the ***** is that funky smell?The devil's just actin' a mother*****in foolWhat the ***** is that funky smell?The Devil get's funky...Well as I, get funky in the discoAnd take your mind for a spin like SiscoOn stage I'm still packin my pistolI take all my ho's to the BristolMy Acid Rap ya gonna smoke it like cocaineAnd if ya dont really like it aint no thangI made this for my homies aint shit changedJust the price on the bird and the Night TrainYa say blind milly chilly got glassesI got 20/20 vision just to peep out the assesIn the house for the nineteen nine O'sAnd my crew is *****in nothin but fine ho'sSo when you see us better give up the monkeyCuz I'ma get in that ass and let the devil get funkyWhat the ***** is that funky smell?The Devil get's funky...
