Silicone
Esham Lyrics

You want to be dead nigga?
Are you really looking to die?

Yeah you, you want to be dead?
I am specifically referring to you, do you want to die?

Now how you lie, 'cause I'll kill you
Don't try to deceive me because I am capable of murder.

Lord for bid, I do a bid
God forbid I go to prison.

I never bid on a suckas life
I am not willing to put a price on someone's life.

And if I did, it'd be a jacknife
If I had to end someone, it would only be through a sharp and dangerous instrument.

I'm out to kill a clone
I am determined to end someone who is fake and inauthentic.

Nigga be actin' silicone, still it's on, still it's on
This person is pretending to be someone they are not, and I am not going to let it slide.

In my darkest hour, I clock the glock
When I am at my lowest point, I look to my gun for comfort and protection.

Death is certain, life is not
One thing we can be sure of in life is death, but everything else is uncertain.

I got 13 ways, less than 7 days
I have limited time and options to change my ways before it's too late.

To change my wicked ways before I'm off to an early grave
I need to fix my immoral behavior before I die prematurely.

One more is drug related, another body murdered premeditated
Two of the options for my possible death include drug use or intentional murder.

Fallen victim to what I stated
If I die, it's because I made it clear what my lifestyle and intentions were.

You don't understand me 'cause I'm dyslexic
You can't comprehend my thoughts and feelings because I have a learning disability.

My styles come sick as anarexic
My music is unsettling and unhealthy, just like an anorexic individual's eating habits.

I don't sing church songs but bust shot guns
I am not interested in religious music, but I do enjoy firing guns.

At ministers 'cause I can't trust none
I don't trust religious leaders, so I am willing to shoot at them.

Break out the skull and bones
Bring out the symbols of death and danger.

Here comes the ill ass nigga with the 3 5 7 chrome
Here comes the dangerous person with a gun.

And it goes on in my maggot brain
These thoughts of violence and destruction are constantly present in my mind.

I remain insane to bring the pain with the migrane
I am willing to suffer physical pain in order to inflict pain on others.

Niggaz with breasts I'll snatch yo' heart out 'cho chest
I will attack and kill men who show signs of weakness.

And stand like a 'cano possesed as I finish 'em
I will celebrate and feel powerful as I complete the act of killing.

Your silicone leaks, nigga
You are fake and your true self is leaking through.

All I hear is your screams
The only sound I am interested in listening to is the cries of my victims.

Somebody's screamin' out my name I weigh my uzi on a triple beam
When I hear someone call out my name, I prepare my gun for action.

Unload my magazine niggaz can't read me
I fire all of my bullets so others cannot understand my true intentions.

Red rums all I hear so you want to bleed me
All I can hear in my mind is 'red rum,' so I am suspicious of anyone who approaches me.

I pop niggaz like corns, stickin' niggaz like thorns
I kill people easily, as if they are corn kernels, and I inflict pain on them like a thorn.

And I yawns at your funeral while your family mourns
I am uninterested and bored at the funeral of the person I killed, while their loved ones grieve.

I'm not inclined to sympathize in my mind
I have no desire or impulse to feel empathy for others.

I'll be glad when you in a body bag for bed time
I will be satisfied when the person I killed is buried in a body bag.

You can't afford this, all aboard this
You cannot handle the danger and violence that comes with being around me.

Nighttrain, come and ride the midnight maggot brain
Come join me on a ride of darkness and insanity.

I need some therapy I shot my therapist
I am in desperate need of mental help, but instead, I killed my therapist.

He got me pissed, 'cause I'm nothin' but a straight suicidalist
My therapist upset me because I have strong suicidal tendencies.

Idiotic, my voodoo's symbotic to a mad man
My form of mysticism and witchcraft is connected to my madness and insane thoughts.

I'm down to put a slug in an arean
I am willing to kill anyone, regardless of the situation or location.

And I'm down for whatever, whenever, however
I am willing to commit any act of violence at any time and in any way possible.

Is clever whether forever or for never
I will use any trick or tactic necessary to maintain my violent and dangerous lifestyle.

So don't test one mad motherfucker
Do not attempt to challenge or provoke me, as I am mentally unstable and dangerous.

If you do, dick sucker, I'm a pop yo silicone
If you do challenge or provoke me, I will kill you for your fakeness and inauthenticity.

My wicked shit is wicked, niggaz bite it when I kick it
My music is dark and evil, and others copy my style when I perform.

But I'm sick with this, it's so ridiculous
I know that my behavior and thoughts are unhealthy and irrational.

I don't believe in God, so it's odd
I do not have faith in a higher power, which may seem strange to some.

Everytime I bust ill shit, niggaz screamin' oh my God
Despite my lack of faith, others still react strongly to my dark and violent music.

I got the G-Lo, I got the kilo
I possess both guns and drugs.

And it's cocked to pop, pop, pop piggity pop pop
My gun is loaded and ready to kill at any moment.

And it don't stop it never did
My actions of violence and destruction have never ceased in the past.

The wicked shit'll never die, I have no alibi for murder, shit
The evil and violence within me will never disappear, and I cannot justify any acts of murder I may commit.

I'm contemplatin' suicide 24 7
I constantly think about killing myself.

And like I told your ass before it ain't no fuckin' heaven
I do not believe in an afterlife or a peaceful existence beyond death.

I'm mannick depressed, I'm panicked to never confess
I have severe mood swings and am afraid to admit my true feelings to anyone.

I'm the one that put them slugs in my moma chest
I am responsible for killing my own mother.

Premeditated, murder's always on my fuckin' mind
I plan and think about killing others all the time.

Body outlined chalk to walk the flatline
People I kill may end up as a chalk outline on the ground.

It won't stop until the whole world feels my pain
I will continue to act out in violent and destructive ways until I feel that others understand my suffering.

Came in cold dependencies, suicidal tendencies
I entered this world with no attachments and strong inclinations toward suicide.

Mental stress got me beggin' for eternal rest
My overwhelming mental burdens have me wishing for death.

I must confess to the real, I'm out to kill a clone
I need to admit the truth - I am determined to end someone who is fake and inauthentic.

I pop tittie niggaz that's silicone
I will attack and kill men who show signs of weakness or fakeness.