in 1989 i was pushin dimes out the crack houses
tryin to get my meal on
i got my cell on
i murdered 2 baseheads coz they tried to tell on
the nigga with the 3-5-7 chrome, my mind was gone
when i did dirt, i was alone
got on
got strong
i put my homie down, and we was down
in the summer time we made it snow all over town
200 Gs made money still coming in
gotta connect with the ill columbian
no matter who u trust u simply cannot win
it's always fun in the beginning but it's pain in the end
my homie got shot, murdered on 7-mile
in broad daylight
at night
i squeeze the AK tight
and fear i might be next in line
for the body chalk outline
its going down...
chorus: (x4)
Kill or be killed nigga
u ain't real nigga
feel my steel nigga
it seems niggaz wanna test me
police out to arrest me
coz the streets scream child molest me
i emptied out the full clip
now police got they hands full of bullshit
its drug related
so they hate it
i figure it was that nigga who i last sold the perokee
murdered my homie in his cherokee
i saw that nigga at the mcdonalds drive through, so i pulled up to his bumper
and unloaded my dumper
he had, his bitch and his baby in the car
but i didn't give a fuck, automatically unloaded, all of they asses got struck
187 on my pistol bullets to throw away
cop cars pull into the mcdonalds as i try to get away
they say we got the car surrounded, come out with your hands up
at this point i didn't give a fuck!
it's going down...
chorus (x4)
murder weapon in my hands, dead bodies i blast
havin the whole city's souls just a thing of the past
they wanna negotiate my surrender, no way i ain't goin out like that
i looked at him, and cocked the gat
flashbacks of bloody bodies and cemeteries
so i did what was nessacary
and what was nessacary was...
Red, black, and green, you know what I mean?
Like the devil did all this shit.
This is judgement day.
Jesus Christ is black...
This is judgement day.
Jesus is white with blond hair, and blue eyes...
This is judgement day...
Do black people get in heaven, mommy, huh?
This is judgement day.
And as leader of the KKK, kill all niggers!
Judgement day, 666, no time to pray, so don't say amen,
We're headin' for Armaggedon,
I'm bleedin' as I'm sweatin',
As I walk the flatlines, we're runnin outta time.
Dead by day is what I said sometimes though,
I'd rather be dead is what I said so take it slow.
Time to pay back, so hit the play back,
Visions of killin' preachers in a psychotic flash back.
God's gonna get me, that's what they told me a minute ago,
The fallen angel strangle seven row,
And in that time I learned one thing, jack,
Follow the yellow brick road, and don't look back.
Now they tryin' to get me, but I'ma get you first,
The unholy dead, so now I think it's much worse.
Good and evil collide, Jeckel and nigga hyde,
Put 'em together and you get another homicide.
Suicidal tendencies tend to get in the way,
Face your sins, Armaggedon, it's judegment day.
Day of judgement, God is calling!
And as God has struck the hour.
Thou shall not sin, so I grin as I sing a song,
Who the fuck are you, to tell me what's right and wrong?
Death is in my eyes, I wear no disguise,
You're gonna pay for those little white lies.
No more Mr. nice guy, I filibust,
When I said fuck you, I was disgusted,
But you can't trust it, cuz I can't trust it,
Reverend Swagger, the preacher busted.
You're goin' to hell, for all your sins,
Pins and needles, needles and pins.
Voodoo doctor, on the rocks with vodka,
The preacher got busted with a whore, got ya!
Man on the moon, but still can't fly right,
Now he's gonna fake his death, he can't die right.
Selling Bibles on the corner but you'll pay,
For all your sins, it's judgement day.
Day of judgement, God is calling!
Satan laughing spreads his wings, Oh lord yeah!
You mutha fuckin' sinner, blind ass bitch,
Stealin' from the poor, just to get rich.
Judgement day, you're gonna pay and you'll burn,
They're gonna tie your ass to a stake and let ya burn.
For all that punk ass shit you tried, Praise the lord!
Bitch be quiet!
Cuz you can't brain wash me, I'm not brain dead,
You're better off takin' two to the head.
Judgement day, Armaggedon is on it's way,
Now the last thing you wanna do is pray.
You say you're sorry for all those things you did,
But that don't work.
You say you're sorry for all those souls you stole,
But that don't work.
You say you're sorry for stealin' that money out the collection plate,
Now meet your fate, it's judgement day!
That ain't happenin'
Well
Muthafuckas tryin' to kill me and shit,
Out here
Well
10 years ago a friend of mine
Spit somethin' called acid rap
Rapped about the darkest shit I ever done heard of,
Swear I never heard of nuttin' like that
Just a kid at home on a microphone
Rappin' these boomin' words from hell
Sellin' tapes out his trunk for a couple of months,
But soon ghetto millionaires crown well
Esham Smith and his brother James,
Payin outta half the state
With a brand new style called the wicked shit,
Sellin' faster than the shit could be made
What's Esham like? Is he really like that?
Is Oshay really a natural born killa?
With them it's OK all day, with Esham no way,
Cause his shit be soundin' way realla
He does the Devil's shit,
Do you believe in God?
It's the story of Esham The Unholy
And if you askin' me, how the fuck I know?
Because the muthafucka just told me,
Now this goes out to all the big butt sluts
Makin mo' niggaz nut and gettin played like mutts
Now say ho, I spent my last on a ho to let you know
It dont pay to be a ho, cuz I tally up ho's
Like dominos stack em, knock em down and smack em
Rack em up and shack em, baby boy I mack em
But hey, it aint no thang to me to play yo ass like P
I mean bitch a get dissed ho fuckin with this
It aint no ho's out there I respect
See bitch you betta run a mic check 1-2-eh yo ho
Your big booty in them coochie cut daisey's
You askin for some money but your juices got me crazy
And ho, I might give up the dough, cuz aint no thang to a true
Twenty dollars aint shit ho I thought you knew
Just to fuck it, I'll give up the ducket's
I got your legs cocked in the back seat of my bucket
Will you suck it for another 20/20 ho Im feindin
Ridin down the mile in my drop top leanin
Stank ho, stank ho, I gotta know stank ho...
Is you still ho'in.
(CHORUS)
Is you still ho'in, bitch you still fuckin?
It's written on your lips no payin no suckin
Project ho, neighborhood star
You wont get far I dont care who's ho you are
Check mic, check mic, one, two, one, two
Ya momma had you... and she a ho too
But hey, it's all in the games you play
Cuz ho's like you was raised to be that way
Say ho, you still doin that thang with ya body
Suckin on dicks drinkin cum like Bacardi
Aint nothin but a party goin on with ya pussy
If pussies could talk, It'd say "ho please douche me"
And ho, you know like I know you know
You was a ho from Tokyo a long time ago
Aint nothin but the freak of the week
I thought she was p-funk gettin knee deep
From the front to the back of a Fleetwood Cadillac
Suckin on her titties try'in to get a little similac
Uh, can I get a witness, when I ask this
Bitches tryna mace me and shit
Bitch I carry mace
I'll mace you bitch
Well
Reel Life Productions, hydrolics chucks' and big bucks, dick sucks, and fucks
So deep underground with pumps and drills couldn't reach 'em for a couple of months
We let him take all the heat, it's not like he goin' to hell anyway
We just danced on a path they layed, nobody knowin' what they goin' through like no way
These rappers bit that wicked shit because Esham went too far
They just his flavor, made a lil bit safer, then run off and become stars
We live and learn in this life we live and fools learned how to bite his rhyme
K, hold it down, do it again...
Like you or I would believe in God,
They believe in that thing, Satan.
And some officers don't believe it,
It's just ghost stories to them.
I, myself, have personally seen cases,
It's not only a local problem, for a small department, such as mine,
It's a national problem.
Come and deal with the real,
The devil packs steel like this,
Plus I'm a suicidalist.
God bless the child who gets buck wild,
With the wicket style, terror in the aisles,
Livin' kinda foul, actin' kinda foul,
Yeah, I'm kinda foul yall, foul ball.
Run from the gun, if I do ya then your done,
If it didn't do ya done, sawed off shotgun.
Radio fuck 'em, cuz I said fuck 'em,
If I see the DJ, buck, buck, buck 'em.
Unholy, unholy, unholy brotha,
When I nutta, niggas shutta.
Funky get cutta, it's a little drunk,
Put your dead body in the trunk with the pumps,
Sister Mary, Sister Mary, why your pussy so hairy?
Gimme that hot bloody Mary.
Esham black devil with a gun,
Run nigga run, run nigga run.
I'll choke ya, provoke ya, my brother,
Suffocated under a pillow intended to smother.
The son of Satan, just waitin' to done it,
But I got ya all runnin'!
Runnin' from the devil
They're not all liars, they're all not making it up,
They're not all crazy, they're not all psychotic,
Something's going on here.
(Dialing) Hello, suicide hot line.
I just cut up my wife and my kids,
I need to talk to somebody.
Hold please.
What's going.hey
If you would like to make a call, please hang up and try again,
if you need help, hang up and then dial your operator.
We got wicked ways,
For your sunny days,
We got murder for your birthday parties
Yeah, we see diamonds fall,
Got our dicks topped off,
But we still can't wait to be dead bodies
Knowin' my claim to fame is this game I slang
So many snakes spittin' venom, speakin' my name in vein
Through the storm and rain, shotgun thunderin' pain
Tell me, am I to blame if I blow out your brains?
On every bitch ass nigga like you cause it's bitch ass nigga like you siezin'
Give me one good reason I should not be squeezin'
Im a real sick fella, big fella
You got a lotta lip for a nigga that ain't shit fella
Always been about my hustle, been about my money
It ain't all about rhyme and I ain't never act funny
But these bitch ass niggas in this game unreal
Quick to flip the fuckin' script for the mass appeal
But once they blood gets spilled, let's see how many feel
Who am I? The pretty boy, the city boy
That they gotta die for anotha shady record deal
The sniff a coke up off ya titty boy, the gritty boy
The never actin hostity boy
The hold it down with me boy
I seek and destroy
I get paid to employ you so I must employ
MCs enjoy my style but yet they still annoy me
La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, Laaaa
(Come on ya'll, come on)
La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, Laaaa
Fuck what you do, you so fake
Everything you do, everything you make
Still suicidal, how much can I take?
The world on my shoulda hold down the weight
Pressure can bust a pipe but I will not break
Forget the type of shit where you can't relate
Money hungry niggas out her will snatch ya plate
The greedy never care about if you ain't ate
Try gettin' out the game before it's too late
Or before The Wraith come and seal ya fate
Still knock knock knockin on Heaven'sGates
And you can't get in for sellin' cakes
For, for sellin' cakes
For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for sellin' cakes
For, for, for, for, for, for sellin' cakes
La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, Laaaa
La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, Laaaa
We got wicked ways,
For your sunny days,
We got murder for your birthday parties
Yeah, we see diamonds fall,
Got our dicks topped off,
But we still can't wait to be dead bodies
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, Laaaa
La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, Laaaa
We got wicked ways,
For your sunny days,
Got our dicks topped off,
We got murder for your birthday parties
Yeah, we see diamonds fall,
But we still can't wait to be dead bodies
For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for sellin' cakes
For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for, for, for, for, for sellin' cakes
La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, Laaaa
La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La
La, La, La, La, La, La, La, Laaaa
We got wicked ways,
For your sunny days,
We got murder for your birthday parties
Yeah, we see diamonds fall,
Got our dicks topped off,
But we still can't wait to
be dead bodies
For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
Look in my mind. (Panic Attack)
Devil's Wicked. (Trying to look at me)
Look in my mind. (Panic Attack)
Keep looking
Look in my mind. (Panic Attack)
You just might get hurt
(Violent J)
First of all I stab people, like even myself
I wouldn't advise it though doc it fucks up my health
I hang out with bad people we cause mischief and mayhem
People like Shaggy and that E-S-H-A-M
I panic over everything man, my faucets they drip
I headbutted my mom over that shit and swelled up her lip
(Urgh) She hit me with a big wooden spoon
I ran into the bathroom
I took off my panties and sat there and cried and took a dune
Plus I hide in bushes, and I play with my dick
Wait! Did I say I had panties on?
Scratch that shit!
Anyway, them bushes Im jerking my dick off
Yet possums are looking I get off
Tell me how to stop my panic attack!
(Chorus)
Look in my mind. (Panic Attack)
Carefull. (Don't get hurt)
Look in my mind. (Panic Attack)
Look in my mind. (Try not to get hurt)
Look in my mind
Carefull. (Don't get hurt)
Look in my mind. (Panic Attack)
You just might get hurt
(Esham)
They tell me I got a screw loose so I loosened it some more
I popped off all my pills they told I should pop some more
(Violent J)
I painted up my face, I always do I'm a Clown
But I paint it with dog shit when nobody else is around
Wait, no I don't
(Esham)
Got a bad habit, so big it's just like that
Fuck a motherfucking monkey
I got a Gorilla on my back
(Violent J)
I know this aint funny, but Shaggy laughs at me
Everytime I laugh with him, Esham he slaps me
(Esham)
Paranoia, Skitzophrenia
All too familiar
But bitch don't get to close I might kill ya!
(Violent J)
I smoke PCP, ICP, this and that
I never smoked a rock, but I tried smoking but crack
PANIC ATTACK!
(Chorus)
(Esham)
Sit back and let me tell you why I panic
Motherfuckers think I'm Satanic
From all that I just got manic on the whole fucking planet
One two bitch, let me get this mic
Hold up ho
Let me run my flow
Like ya didn't know
I'm from the Mo
Town
Sounds underground
So I can mac a bitch
And pimp the little ho until the cunt makes me rich
Ditch the bitch if she broke
Cuz I ain't no fucking joke
I'm speeding down the highway tokin my smoke smoke smoke
Switching lanes left and right
Cuz I'm high as a kite
Swerving on the freeway through the yellow and white
Got and appetite for some pussy but I wont eat it up
Instead I'll be like Tyson in that bitch beating it up
(Chorus x4)
(Esham whispering)
Don't panic
You just might get hurt
Well as I step up to the mic I get the sudden urge
To kick the wicked shit and bust word after word
In a freestyle, E-style I go buck wild
Grab the microphone and start fuckin up yo style
Well as I stick up, turn the bass kick up
When a microphone I pick up, you pick my dick up
Now it's about time for me to change my rhyme
And let the Unholy fuck it up one time
The U-N-H-O-L-Y-L-Y-O-H-N-U
To rock a ryhme I wont pretend to
Next on the menu, funky rhyme descends to
Love the way the bass go boom on ten
Let me bust it, well let me bust one time or was it
The U-N-H-O-L-Y cuz a easy does it
As I bust it all the suckas wanna write what I said
But this one here, a just knock em dead
Well it's about time, um, it's about time
Well it's about time for me to drop my rhyme
On the lyric with the holy spirit lyrical flowa
Ya bitch is on my tip so I'd like to get to know her
I can rock a rhyme either faster or slower
And my rhyme's be burnin like fuckin flame thrower
One for the homeboy's two for the ho's
Three to get ready I'm about to flow
I'm not a gangsta, sorta like a lyrical terror
The brand new funk is acid rap the new era
The Unholy witch and his bag of tricks
Nothin that a little holy water can fix
You rock Esham cuz he's the one that hit's
And if you dont like the Unholy poetry then suck my dick
This one right here a make you red in the face
I mean, this one right here a make your face turn red
But I'm knockin em out, knockin em down, and knockin em dead
Well as I rock and shock the funky rhyme that's one of a kind ya bite it
Sucka's here my rhyme run home and re-write
But this time I'm rockin rhyme's that you cant relate to
Rockin beat's like this you know I'd really often hate to
But I gotta show this certain style's sometimes
Cuz I can sound fresh and my shit dont have to rhyme
Like, grab my bozak, you niggas the bite me
The people who dont like me they just jealous
And suck my dick and you can suck my dick too
If you dont like this groove motherfucker I'm still gettin bank
You bought it just think, just use your head
Cuz I'm a slap you dick, I'm slap you with my dick
[Mobaddest]
I serve clarks and guest
I pack a heat in the vest
My niggaz Esham & T,
Equals slugs to ya chest
So you best jet nigga
We wild like the west
Flex the best
Trick bitch can suck a dick
Tears get spit
Classical ass whips for niggaz that talk shit
I'm lettin my nine spit
I'm always on the grind bitch
(Mobaddest back at this)
Niggaz thought I gave up the muthafuckin rhymin
But bacindatass for anotha fuck
When I kick it nigga, you betta duck
[Esham]
Well it's them killaz that rhyme
And fuck them hoes
You might see me rollin a convertible rolls
I washed off my dick caused I fucked yo bitch
I'm underground baby and won't ever switch
So exellent,accurate like a sharpshooter
Kilo shoppin,O.Z. choppin
This is for the niggaz who be real with they shit
Hoe ass niggaz so illegit
I just want to clock cash and rock the mic
It ain't the devil's son-in-law or Dolamite
I got a hoe in Atlanta say she Funkdafied
Bitch pussy so big she nationwide
Boy I tell you muthafuckaz in the world ain't shit
So many fake muthafuckaz they counterfeit
What you sayin boy,you wanna get with me
Big bank take little bank
YOU STILL AIN'T SHIT TO ME
still ain't shit to me repeat 2x
[T.N.T]
Well it's the microphone master crashin the party
Swervin on the freeway drunk off bacardi
You better get yo bitch cause I'm a hog about it
And if you think I fucked her,bitch don't doubt it
I still move them bigs in the hood on the regular
Million dollar deals makin moves on my cellular
I don't give a fuck if yo hoe don't dance
I always wear Adidas screamin fuck yo man
Its the T. its the T. muthafucka its T
I'm down with MoBite and Masta M-I-N-D
Coppin a quarter key from the police I flee
Bustin shots at my enemies
You're better off dead.
You're better off dead.
You should kill yourself.
You should kill yourself.
You should kill yourself.
I hear voices in my head, tellin' me go ahead,
Something in my mind says, I'm better off dead.
13 ways and still countin' them down,
Nine bodies floatin' in the river and never found.
Seems like I'm drownin' in my own conception,
I'm my worst enemy with no exception.
Cross my heart, and hope to die in many ways,
I look on the bright side, but there's no better days.
Voices are callin' me, but I can't call 'em back,
I drown my sorrows in a bottle of Kodiak.
People say what's the matter, the sounds of pitter patter,
I'm losin' my mind as I'm walk up Jacob's ladder.
Can I find sanity, you hear what I'm sayin' man?
Something keeps tellin' me to kill myself,
God damn.
They think I'm better of dead,
But I'm losin' my mind man,
I hear voices in my head.
You're better off dead, you're better off dead(4x)
I hear voices in my head. You're better off dead(3x)
Oh Lord,(Kill yourself.)
I hear voices in my head, but I can't shut 'em up,
Tellin' me to go to sleep in the tub, and never wake up.
You want to talk to me, tell me somethin' I don't know,
When the wind blows, they come but they never go.
Lookie, lookie, lookie as I'm losin' my mad mind,
Sanity and insanity, seeds intertwine.
Russian Roulette, cuz I'm kinda upset man,
Will I regret it in a bloody silhouette?
Time will tell, if I'm going to hell,
Took the test of life, and I believe I failed.
Stop who's callin' me,
I can hear you but can't see,
Could it be Dr. Kevorken, or Derrick, or Tunney?
Takin' the final step, the final extra snap,
Doctor asistant suicide, what's so complex?
The right to die is yours, you're better off dead,
My mind's playin' tricks on me,
Cuz I hear voices in my head.
You're better off dead(4x)
I hear voices in my head
You're better off dead(3x)
Oh Lord(Kill yourself)
I got the will to live, but not the right to die,
The voices tell me, I live my life in a lie.
I wanna get rid of me, myself, and I,
Red Rum's on my mind with no alibi.
I got misconceptions, of life itself,
Everything I do, hazardous to my health.
I got the witch on my back, to catch a heart attack,
Common sense on over, common sense I lack.
I got the symptoms of insanity, drivin' me insane,
Sendin' myself through pain, as I walk in the rain.
I try to close my eyes and say it's all a dream,
The voices will whisper, and then they start to scream.
I grab my head in pain, I grab my gun again,
Could it be I'm just lonely, or just going insane.
I lay my head on the pillow inside a bloody bed,
I got my gat in my hand, man,
I'ma kill these voices in my head.
I can't take it no more.
I can't take it, I'm going out my mind,
I'm going out my.
Oh shit, fuck it I'ma do it!
Detroit City!
This is for all them big money makin niggaz in detroit.
I know ya' ridin high boy, i know ya' ridin high.
I might skate through my city 500 dry, just gotta fresh fade from the barber shop.
Gonna pick up my nigga we gonna hit the strip, got the 3-5-7 just incase we trip.
Might get a lil' drunk might smoke some weed, and fuck with some hoes thats all we need.
I'ma' real ass nigga that neva' fake, if you feel like me nigga pump yo' break.
See i made this shit fo' them niggaz who roll, like Tony Montana out control.
From the D-E-R-T-R-O-I-T can't no nigga out there fuck wit' me.
I'm gettin (mailed?) fuck a jail cell, post bail, Esham gettin paid who you gonna tell.
Wit' cho' punk ass! I blast! Any muthafucka runnin' up in the ski mask.
Never out done only out doin', titty bar bitches is the hoes i'm screwin'.
Why? cause all my niggaz did they addicted ta' sellin Yayo and yellin' hey hoe.
If you don't know i think you better go axe somebody bout' a real nigga hoe YO!
Chours:
Bitch! you betta axe somebody! (bitch you betta' axe somebody)
Cause i don't just talk! (i don't just talk baby, thats right)
(repeat)
I don't just talk when it comes to makin' my (snouts?)
Cause i wuz slangin' rocks way before all them rappers.
On The coner sellin dimes, FUCK the ryhmes young nigga came up through them hard times.
I'ma' seven mile ride, beers glidin big bluntin' ain't no picture in if ya' frame.
The fall of the best friends Robbey and I, now niggaz in my city like do or die.
All i do is smoke weed and fuck these hoes, have em' waitin by the phone hopin they get chose.
All you punk ass niggas be player hatin'.
Cause i'm makin this money strait regulatin'.
And you be ill legit all counterfeit.
Ain't about no buisnes you all about bullshit.
Get yo' shit together, stop ridin' on the next niggaz dick and lovin these tricks.
It all started as a toddler, .45 bullet swallower to the foot step follower.
Slang' an oz. niggaz wanna' know me bitches wanna know my bidness cause ya' nosey.
I'm thinkin how can i come up on the 8 feet, i never let the money get chance to get away from me.
Street polaticin', hood rat dick stickin, Call me Cernal Sanders cause i got the fried chicken.
Ill life wicked ways make me real trife, i bring the thought up it's all about "Reel Life"
Chours
Bitch! you betta axe somebody! (bitch you betta' axe somebody)
Cause i don't just talk! (i don't just talk baby, thats right)
(repeat)
Female Voice: You better ask somebody, if you talk.
Too much perpin' it aint workin
Say ya gettin pussy but ya dick ya jerkin
Niggaz be frontin, tellin lies to these ho's
That's how it goes, well I suppose
They like it, they want it, shake it and flaunt it
Tease em and skeeze em, some never please em
To be the coolest, I think it's foolish
Niggaz they lyin, perpin' and tryin
I think it's foolish some nigga just died
Perped to ho's and ya dont know why
For goodness sake, for your sake, for anybody's sake
Nigga, you fake.
(CHORUS)
Perpetration, same situation
Perpetration, same situation
Perpetration, same situation
Perpetration, same situation
Friends...always make ends
Back in the day I had Adidas top tens
Pony down, cant fuck around
Niggaz get shot down in Motown
Boy we was down since day one G
Bought yourself a key, now you dont know me
Gotta little money now your attitudes funny
Pockets like sunshine always sunny
Treat me funny, man go figga
You can take the nigga out the ghetto
But not the ghetto out the nigga
Niggaz get funny, when they get money
Perpin' on yo homie
Now you wanna be fake, be fake
But when your broke ya break, brotha
I aint got no love fo' ya
'cause you be perpin' man
(CHORUS)
Perpetration, same situation
Perpetration, same situation
Perpetration, same situation
Perpetration, same situation
Lemme tell ya bout a bitch
A bitch aint nothin, 24/7 all they good for is fuckin
And once they get inside your head
Man you'd rather be dead, 'cause it'll drive you nuts
And I aint frontin, I aint frontin on that ho shit
You sayin "Oh shit" just because I know shit
Pussy's like crack and it'll have a nigga hooked
Have a nigga slippin, shit get's over looked
A bitch a tell you "I love you" in a minute
And then the next day anotha niggaz up in it
Fuckin your woman, nuttin on her belly
Tellin you about the peanut butter and the jelly
Damn, how a nigga know about that?
Anotha dog done went and chased that cat
And now you feelin dumb, and full of frustration
'cause your bitch was perpin'
(CHORUS)
Perpetration, same situation
Perpetration, same situation
Perpetration, same situation
No singing at my funeral, I can't stand to see you break down,
So when I die, place me in my coffin face down.
Don't wanna hear no preacher preachin' all that rafa tazz,
Place me face down so you can walk and kiss my black azz.
Leave me butt naked but don't make it a closed coffin,
'cause if you do, I'll come back and haunt you kinda often.
But tell that bitch singin',
We Shall Overcome, to drop it,
I make faces out of place so you oughta stop it.
Well as I look up at the people lookin' down at me,
It's kinda sad to see, so take me out my misery.
I hear some hummin' and some people singin' sad songs,
Where did I go wrong, sad songs last long.
I can hear the preacher sayin' good things about me,(Esham!)
People cryin' as they readin' my obituary.
Hush little baby, don't say a word,
Sometimes it's best to be seen and not heard.
For those of you who don't know,
For those of you who don't know,
For those of you who don't know,
I hate sad songs, so no singing at my funeral.
He was so. he was a good child.
He was a good child.
Why did he have to go?
Well it's the same ole sad song,
I sing that mad song,
I say it won't last long, tellin' y'all be strong.
Layin' on my back
I can see all the misery,
Thus accompany,
I can hear you but I'm dead so don't sing to me.
Now you wanna sing me a lullaby but you make another cry,
And I'm just another guy who wanna die
Please believe, so don't sing to me,
Just let me be and I'll rest in peace.
It's like a one way ticket to hell and I bought one,
Nothing for sale but a cold and I caught one.
For those of you who don't know,
I hate sad songs so no singing at my funeral.
He was a good boy,
Why he gotta play the game of death.
He gettin' up!
Oh shit, he gettin' up!
Up's a daisy, time for me to get up,
Niggas get lit up, when I test shit up.
Ain't no singin' so get that shit straight,
Bitches go think about me so they masturbate.
No singing at my funeral, to let you know,
Esham's dope hoe and never so so.
The black devil get's funky in the joint,
And fuck the police at east point.
Young mutha fuckin' ass rebel,
Call me unholy or the black devil.
Esham's ain't nothing to fuck with,
And if you talkin' some shit, you betta duck quick.
'cause niggas still dyin' to be down,
With a furobred, they can't fuck around.
It get hectic enough to make your heart sick,
I light 'em up quick just like a candle stick,
I'm not a convict so fuck politics,
I'm not Catalic, but a lunatic.
But I'ma set all that shit aside,
I'm not blond hair or blue eyed like Bonnie & Clyde.
I'ma take you for a joy ride,
And if you slip-n-slide, you'll get cock eyed.
Blood stains all on the rhythm for you punk,
Nigga die, when I drop the funk.
Suckas always tellin' me,
To put a gun to they head and take them out they misery.
It ain't no sweat off my back,
You'll get done whether white or black.
I try but I hesitate,
'cause if I do a chump like you,
I'll be up state.
Kill or not to kill is only like I know,
But if you gotta go you gotta go.
Ain't no time for all that,
Play dead and take two to the forehead.
Nobody knows when they gonna go,
So if you gotta go, I guess you betta not know.
I think you better listen to me,
We all get something out of life and that's a guarantee.
Whether poor or rich, you wanna know why,
Bitches like niggaz to dog them out
So I'm here to let you know what they all about
Don't hesitate to smack her
She like's when you mack her
Play the Romeo role and she'll crush you like crackers
Nine days, night's, dont come twice
You get two for one and at the same price
You gotta stay in control and on top
Or get dropped like potato's
And here's how to be real playa
Mack on your ho, you've got to mack on your ho
You've got to dog out and beat up and smack on your ho
Bitch aint nothin but meat on a stick
Only job in life is to please a dick
Dont ever let her forget that you run shit
And if she get outta line that ass gone get kicked
Playa's got ho's for every day of the week
All under control and all like to freak
Bitch aint nothin but nasty, sleazy
Neighborhood skeezy, way to easy
Be my ho and I'll be your pimp
Cool niggaz strut, the lame a limp
Betta make my money seven day's a week
And if somebody ask, you my freak
Because.
[chorus]
Yellow freaks like black dick daddy
So pull down your panties and show me that fanny
Your girl's a ho, but still you claim her
Wild as a beast only I can tame her
She tole me herself she like the dick I threw
Hit the pussy so hard turned her ass black and blue
Add another to my collection, her nigga was weak
Tryin to fall in love sucka with a stone cold freak
Bitches dont like that, that's why you mack on em
Kick em, and punch em and beat em and smack on em
All day, all night till they do you right
Cuz a nigga like me a just fuck your wife
For nothin, and nuttin' in her ass is my pleasure
Leave a dirty ass rubber in your room on your dresser
That's my trademark, I broke your wife's heart
But none a this woulda happened if you mack from the start cuz.
[chorus]
I'm the fucking kissing bandit in your neighborhood
I fuck your wife like she wish you would
When you come in, I leave out
I even got a set of keys to your house
She said I was the only man who made her cum right
While you was out cheatin I was fucking her all night
No shame to my game, fuck dame after dame
You was lovin' her one night and she called you my name
See I dont give a fuck about your wife you see
She aint cheatin on me, I'm the ban D-I-T
Who can resist, no ho can resist
Cuz I'm the fucking kissing bandit and my dick is priceless
I might be your foe, I might be your boy
I know I fucked your ho and I brought her much joy cuz.
[chorus]
I'm making bitches cum like rainy days
One wet pussy fucked a hundred ways
In less than an hour bitch is lovin the thought of me
Her pussy so watery, I guess I ought to be
On my way, before I leave you say "I bring you joy and you wish I'd
stay."
But I cant I got to roll, my job is done
Leave a rubber in your toilet full of cum
I'm the K-I-S-S-B-A-N-D-I-T
Fuckin niggaz bitches is my fucking hobby
I leave it all sloppy like a beat up jalopy
And my style of fuckin, your man cant copy
Havin' wet dreams scream, be a dream for Esham
Today I felt like rain, I made your ho cum
To sum it all up, I'm a bad mother fucker
Turnin' innocent girl's into freaky dick suckers
Today it's all loose and you dont understand it
In order to make that trip to the future
As efficiently as possible
There's certain things in the past
You'll have to leave in the past
I'd rather be dead
Than living in a world like this
With nothing to eat
No shoes on my feet
Can't get a job 'cause my skin color
Can't get a cab 'cause I'm a brother
My back's against the wall
In fear I might fall
My last words when I die
Will be fuck yall hoes
Nobody knows me
Nobody owes me shit
So suck my dick
I'd rather be dead 'cause I'm sick
Of all this racism KKK shit
All brothers aint bad
But see you treat us like animals
So we tend to get mad
This is for the suicidalists
I'd rather be dead
Grab a nine and I might just
Cross my heart and hope to die
Pull the trigger
And kiss the whole world good bye
This is for my dead homies
Dead bodies found layin' in my pocket
But ya don't know me
You still creamin' on my old shit
But I aint said nothing new
It's just that you don't know shit
I'm still knockin' 'em out
Knockin' 'em dead
Did what I said
'Cause I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead no jokin'
No use prayin'
With the preacher for money
It ain't workin'
No use gettin' me a nine to five
'Cause either way you look at it
I'm breakin' my back to be alive
It goes something like that
Then something like this
Next thing you know I get pissed
My life is up an down
How you think that sound
I'd rather be dead
I can't fuck around
Time is wastin'
Lost the rat racin'
I just found out
My dad's free basin'
Problems fall on my head like a ton of bricks
And all I wanna do is get my gun quick
Bad news
Bad signs
And everytime I wanna talk
Somebody tell me it's a bad time
Another victim of circumstance
Mislead
That's why I'd rather be dead
For those of you who had trauma in the past
(I'd rather be dead)
Experienced set backs
Love didn't work out for ya
I'd rather be dead 'cause I'm pissed off
And I'm mad at the world
I ain't got to girl or no money
Everything's sad but funny
Everybody seems to think I'm a dummy
But I'm gonna show 'em all
I won't miss none of yall
Try to figure out why I did it
You think you know it
I'm gonna hold my breath
And wish my death
And when I open my eyes
I wish that there's no more life left in my body
So I can party with the devil
'Cause I'm goin' to hell
Might aswell
Soul and body
Embedded in a wooden box
When they put me in the ground
People just couldn't stop cryin'
'Cause they heard my soul is dyin'
I'm going to hell
So you can stop tryin' to pray for me
You Should've talked to me
Now I'm gonna haunt your ass
Every night you sleep
You better heed the word
That the dead man said
'Cause one day
You'll rather be dead
There's present tense
There are problems
There are solutions
When we dwell too much on the problems
Your not spending enough time
Quality time
On the solutions
Esham:
1st verse
When i wake up in the morning i got to puff the gan
a pocket full of money saying IM THE MAN.
got a bitch on my line im gonna fuck today cause i didnt
get a chance to yesterday
ima hit the buzz spot and cop a bag of true
no im bout to tell you what i fina do
ima call this bitch set this date see if i can come fuck
before eight
and if i can come fuck, bust a nut, all day i be talking
bout nigga what
i got a homie in jail doing life for sure for living in detroit making it
snow
Got a nigga on the west side buying my o'z, behind closed doors he
sniffs it in his nose
want to be like scarface sniffing the white im fucking this niggas bitch all last night
and she telling how the nigga aint fucked her right, telling me all the news like Walter Kronkite
i said look here bitch i aint your man, the shits played out like dapper dan
and if you looking for love you end up wrong place
get your panties out your ass and get the fuck out my face.
2nd verse
First thing that i learned when i got in the game.
was never talk down on a player's name
like steve russel and white boy rick got the fbi all on my dick
Im a young ass nigga with lots of loot, the aligotor boots and aint afraid to shoot
if you bitch on my line nigga i did that cause all hoes recognize me as the mac
i dont care who tell i want to do the brat, pull th ebitch brains and fuck her from the back
i want to smoke me a blunt with cheech and chong, niggas get fucked up all night long
I want a check on friday to buy some boones a fresh pair of khakis and some fruit of the looms
take me out the hood but not the hood out me
an oz began and some hennesey
see i dont give a fuck you dont like my rhyme
a nigga like me high all the time
Tell me your deepest fear
Tell me your deepest fear
Losin' my inhibitions
Callin' my intuitions
Somethin's goin' on if I'm feelin'
I'm superstitious, I'm vicious
I'm tryin' decide the paradox
When my thoughts get twisted
Like some dreadlocks
I never ever wondered 'bout the voodoo
I sing the voodoo,
And now my deepest fears is comin' true
I never loved you but I hate you, how,
How could I love you, how,
Because I hate you now
So wonder, I take you under
With the wickedness
I'll make a preacher slit his fuckin' wrist
No comin' near me when I'm thinkin' is,
Cuz when I'm thinkin' is,
I'm thinkin' suicidalist, uh
So back up off me, bust a brain cell
I bust a brain cell
I fall asleep and dream about hell
Some wonder why I'm even callin' ya'll
The sky is fallin' ya'll
But after all it's my deepest fear
Morty, no where to run to,
No where to hide
Morty, how you gonna hide
From the fears inside?
Chemical dependancies,
Suicidal tendencies
Brain on meltdown, street labotomy
Claustrophobia, locked in a pine box
Now I lay me down to sleep, 6 feet deep
Closed casket, just another basket case
Not a maniquin, or the madman,
So you panicin'
Run from me, everybody scared so
You callin' out
Buck shot shot gun blast
Now ya fallin' out
Everybody hide from the deepest fears inside
Watch me and my man Morty
Take you on a murder ride
Suicide, symptoms of insanity
I'm breakin' out probably wanna crack-a
But I'm never ever crackin' out
Call me Dr. Frankenstein
Dead body stinkin', I'm gonna get wit cha',
When I hit cha', I'm a slit cha'
Nobody can hold me I'm as safe as clear
Buried alive in the pine box
Is my deepest fear...
Morty's coming...
It's ever so clear, my deepest fear
Is to hear the screams
The sounds of a madman
Embottled in Morty's theme
My dream and nightmares come true, simply voodoo
Halucinate and visions of killin' you
The thought of even thinkin' that
I think I need a drink
In fact I think I need some therapy
Cuz ain't nobody helpin' me'
Since I got no excuses for
Mental abuses I'm losin' faith
My only fear is to love instead of hate you
Born and bred, born dead
My mind bled everytime the holy Bible was read
Instead I lost conciousness and wound up with wicked ways
Thinkin' 'bout voodoo dolls
Runnin' wild my last days
Spent with Morty, my shorty
No ventriliquist
Esham, the unholy
(INTRO)
The following program deals with controversial subjects, and due to it's explicit nature, parental guidence is strongly advised. The theorys, opinions, and beliefs expressed are not the only possible interpretations. The viewer is invited to make a judgement based on all alvailable information.
Most people agree that evil exsists in this world, for some it's war, famine, or violence. For some it's a spiratual?, and for other's, evil is a very real presence, a physical entity, of terrifying power.
What is evil? Is it mearly a dictionary definition for wrong or bad, or is it something more, a deeper, darker force that makes people perform cruel or inhuman acts. Does an evil force really exsist that can attract and then control the actions of human beings, or is evil nothing more than a convenient excuse for deviant and destructive behavior. These are questions without easy answer's and are continually debated by those who study the human mind and the human sprirt.
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes
You know why?
Cause you don't got the guts to be what you want to be
Stanley...he doesn't have that problem
He always tells the truth
That's what it's all about?
That's what we work so hard forFabolous?
So they can point their fucking fingers
and call me the fucking bad guy?
********So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on
It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy ?
You better make way, it's a bad guy coming through
*******Whoever said to us
Now maybe you can buy yourself
one of them first class tickets to theResurrection
*******You need people like me
So you can point your fucking fingers
And say, "That's the bad guy."
So, what they make you?
Sell me yo soul(11x)
I was born a slave, and I'm still a slave,
Just because I misbehaved.
And you mutha fuckas still tryin' to calm me down,
When the priest stole your money and he skipped town.
When you went to church, you said your soul was sold,
In God we trust, you gave the priest your bank roll.
You sold your soul to a man talkin' about God,
Give him money so he can pay his rent, and that's odd.
But he don't stay in the ghetto, but yet you do,
So are you fuckin' him, or is he fuckin' you?
Give me your money says the man in the white collar,
Praise the lord, as he hollas takin' all the dollas.
This ain't blasphemy or sacri-religion,
It's just a brotha tellin' you how it is,
And I'ma tell this priest, rippin' off my people as the story is told,
Sell me yo' soul
This ain't Hellen Keller so how can you hear me,
I once saw a priest make a blind woman see.
Or was it that the woman was never blind, and he was lyin',
I'm here to tell ya that the priest was out his mind.
He made a lady get out her wheel chair and walk,
He'll say abra cabdabra and the mute man will talk.
Then he'll pass the plate while your mind is in a mental state,
Changin' up the words in the Bible so you'll think it's great.
Little do you know the Father's robbin' you blind,
Cuz he know you don't know, God is the state of lien'.
Your praisin' the priest instead of praisin' the Lord,
And Sunday is pay day for him, cuz that's what he's there for.
Give me your money, quarters and dimes and pennies,
Whatever you got, he'll take it, cuz he'll take anything.
And you wonder why he drive a Cadillac in gold,
Cuz you're selling your soul.
The priest is just jackin' so how can you bust him?
He don't pay taxes, so how can you trust him?
Look at Tammy and Jimmy Baker,
The mother fucker was a fuckin' liar, a fuckin' faker.
Takin' your money and stone cold bankin',
Dead bodies stacked up, and stankin'.
Just a fucked up way to be,
All you mutha fuckas out here poisonin' soceity.
And you say, thou shall not steal,
When you fuckin' go get a new Cadilac Seville.
And when you take off that black dress,
You got a brand new silk suit, cleaned and pressed.
I rest my case, cuz a preacher can't tell me shit, he don't see race.
And I'ma say this shit coast to coast,
You's a goddamn liar if you say you caught the Holy Ghost.
Some have as the story is told,
[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
[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
Well I met this girl
I was dazey crazy for the ho
The bitch took my feelin's and phazed me, I know
I shoulda watch my back but I did'nt so
My hate for the ho begins to grow
I met her a month ago
It was'nt bout money though
As far as I could see her personality was cool
So I talked and talked, my intention's was to bone her
But I found myself likeing her and bein all up on her
She teased with the pussy had my mind in the Twilight Zone
It was like dial-a-porn whenever we talked on the phone
I'm asking her "Wassup, when you gone let me hit it?"
She said "Right now, I'm hot and horny, hurry come and get it."
I reached her house in a minute, I was all up in it
First time ever fucked her, damn it was splended
The bitch had my mind goin' loopty loop
I was pussy whipped up like grandmas soup
Had me in a state of shock while she was ridin my jock
Sweat dripped off my balls 'cause the walls was hot
She was sucking me and fucking me like the freak on the flick
Then I sucked on her titties while she rode my dick
She said "Please be gentle, hold me dont let go".
And all I was thinking was "oh..oh"
Bare with me brotha, I dont know what I was thinkin of
I'm thinkin how could makin fuck turn outta makin love
Slowly as I fucked her, she called me Harry
She called Charles, Earl, James, and Larry
I took three more strokes and then bust a nut
Come to find out my dream girl was just a slut
The freak of the week, I did'nt stop to think
How many's made you scream girl, nasty dream girl
Dream girl, dream girl, fuckin nasty, dream girl
Dream girl, dream girl, suckin dick, dream girl
Dream girl, dream girl, ho'y ass dream girl
You's just a bitch, dream girl
Dream girl, dream girl, fuckin nasty, dream girl
Dream girl, dream girl, suckin dick, dream girl
Dream girl, dream girl, ho'y ass dream girl
30 birdz, 30 birdz all I want is 30 birdz
I'm never catchin cases, stead I'm clockin 3rd
I got 36 ounces, thousand grams of scams
anything over 500 is life so damn
I'm goin for broke, I ain't no joke when I flip flop
niggaz want static, automaticly the clip pops
born into this life with no escape from playa hates
down to stack papes, goin pyscho like Norman Bates
amphetmenes, the dope fiends, I stacks greens
damn niggaz tryin to stick for my cream
my lifes turned upside down, don't fuck around
bustin bullets for stacks, so dead bodies is found
on a mission for money, shit seems funny to me,
nigga try to take my birdz and set em free,
now how can this be I heard he caught a federal case,
caught with more dope in his crib than scarface,
talkin to federalies from Detroit to Cali,
nigga tryin to catch me slippin like silly Sally,
I dumped his body in the alley, and shot em a close range
nigga wasn't loyal to the game so i poped his ass
Chours x2
30 birdz, 30 birdz got no loyalty, 30 birdz flew away from me, them dirty birdz
I got away as clean as a whistle, another 187 on my pistol
visions of my burial, got make another move 20 birdz to go
life ain't nuthin but money, so I make snow
sometime it get slow, i get paranoid
jail and hell is 2 thingz that i can't avoied
mama always saw certain shit I couldn't see
its hard for me to see gone of v.s.o.p.
a deal is deal, plus I'm tryin to make a meal
feelin bad a nigga had to kill, just to stay real
it started out samll time, big time, and no time
crime is my life and my life is crime
I'm sick of seeing dope fiends and burned down blocks
hearin screams and 17 shots from hot glocks
back in the days I used to roll down to crack spots
now i watch niggaz cry right before they die
niggaz be snitchin, you cookin keys in your kitchen
buried a half a mill, in my backyard steel
trought all the excitment, federal indietment
now I'm on the run, with 10 birdz and a gun
and even if I get caught they only know my name
I ain't tellin no shit, cause I be loyal to this game
Chours x2
I went to ten fuckin states, dropped of ten birdz
1996, january, the 3rd, I was in a Detroit motel with a trick
thinkin bout goin out like Maserati Rick our the Chambers family, Y.B.I
200 key stole like redbird and I, from all the shit I did growin up as a kid
now they got my ass facing a lifetime bid, I'm on the run from the law
runnin out of time, goin out my mind, from my life of crime
seems I must a been slippin, didn't catch the setup
bullets flying through the window and my bitch got wet up
seems I had to get my pay like Demetrius Holloway
down at the broadway from the AK spray
as my heart stop beating all I was hoping was not to die with my eyes open
Yo man, let me get one of them big motherfuckers and shit in here
All right man, here ya go man, give me the money man
give me the money. Hey fuck that you aint get no damn choice.
Get the rock and get the fuck on.
Sittin down in a crack house earning my pay
If some base head jump crazy, I'll just blow him away
Cuz I'm fully wrapped, I ain't taken crap
I got a mini .14 with a shoulder strap
Base heads knocked on the door, they just knocked and knocked
My crack quickly disappeared one rock by rock
I had a couple more to go but oh no
Here comes the big ho bustin down the do'
So I kicked out a window, jumped the roof next door
Took the money, left the crack but i'll get more
Jumped down off the roof, cops start poppin'
All yellin' freeze, who they thought was stoppin'
Cops on my tail tryin' to put me in jail
I slipped and I fell, got up and ran like hell
I was runnin' and runnin', runnin' fast as I can
If you would a seen me you'd a said that was the bionic man
Yeah I was born, this brother had got away
Just up the block at my homeboy's hide away
Bang on the door, he let me into his crib
Then I told him about the police and what they did
He gave the keys to his ride and I was back on the move
Jumped into his set and kicked the groove
You see crime is life and life is crime
But what would life be without a Reel Life rhyme
Not real life
Cruising around town and the bass is up
Running big time lights, I don't give a fuck
Seen the police, put the peddle to the metal
The pig was on my tail because the speakers rock the ghetto
I knew they wasn't bitches cuz the traffics movin' fast
Not gonna let them get me unless they pop my ass
Burned big time rubber on 7 Mile
I was driving like a drunk cold acting wild
Slammed on the breaks, pressed on the gas
Dipped around a corner come off they ass
Bust a move to my crib to change my clothes
And since I got away from the cops I'm screamin' fuck them hoes
And I stepped outside, Jumped into my ride
Seen a couple base heads hanging out at the bar
Pulled over and parked, Throw em a sample rock
Had all the base heads on my jock
A crack fiend, god damn tried to snatch my caine
Whipped out my mag and blew out his brains
See crime is life and life is crime
But what would life be without a Reel Life rhyme
Not real life
All the base heads on the corner ran
Then a lady shouted out "That guy killed a man, he killed somebody"
Oh shit, God damn I got a witness
2 to her head and I said bitch mind your business
Jumped into my car, left the scene of the crime
2 murders uncalled for, doing no time
Im a gangster on the run my solutions a gun
And I'll beat up your momma just for fun
One day I was chillin' on the East Side of town
Not a base head in site and none to be found
So my fila's kickin to the sidewalk beat
And my jam is kind of warm cuz im packin' heat
You might think im a statistic to work this beat
But if I don't sell drugs then I don't eat
Some think that I am dumb, I don't care what they think
But I'm a keep getting paid until I'm locked in the click
Or uzi's be poppin' at my body like thunder
I'm dead like a doorknob, six feet under
That's the consequences, rich man in business
I'll blow up your momma in military defenses
Unemployed with a beard, make the school playa hate
The hoes on the side so you know its drug related
Ten G's in my pocket with the style and profile
Born in New York and grew up in Long Island
Raised in the Motown a brother throw down
Beefin' with the G and believe me you will go down
Don't start none, boy wont be none
Brothers want some then you got to get some
Crime is life and life is crime
But what would life be without a Reel Life rhyme
Not real life
Kicked in the face with the dope man reality
The brothers hard with a criminal personality
No one scares me, no one dares me
Shoot a brother in the back for crack cuz no one cares, see
I'm not 18 so I can be wild
Cause in the courts eyes I'm still a juvenile
A Reel Life product, it's a rock a rock
The neighborhood smoking for blocks and blocks
And y'all fools be slippin' puffin dicks, be chokin'
Two weeks later your arm would be broken
Wake up to reality
I don't have a negative personality
But everyone have to do what they have to do to get by
(Chorus: Esham w/ kids)
(Paper... Gotta have that Paper...) Gotta.Gotta Gotta Have that Paper.Paper
(Paper... Gotta have that Paper...)
(Paper... Gotta have that Paper...)
(Paper... Gotta have that Paper...)
(Paper...)
(Verse 1)
Gotta get that feddy cuz I need it, that's why I stay heated
Jesus save me, throw me down a bundle
Wrapped up like a football, bet I won't fumble
Stumble, I'm lying in the jungle, serving my "Bo-Jumbles"
A killer where my gun blows, but I stay humble
Watch 'em all crumble, "Baller" like "Motumbo"
Riding with a bumble, beats causing rumble
Hoes try to beat a nigga like a bongo
Mixerman cook 'em in a pot like gumbo
Specially when your pesos coming so pronto
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Gotta get some purple is what I'm smoking, that' why I stay choking, locc'n
English broken, all this papers got me open
Get more papers all I'm hoping
No need to say a word to papers, spoken
Freezer frozen when I'm posing
Passion, cameras, flashing lights and action main attraction
Paper make everything better best believe it, and I love to receive it
Billionaire baller status, the chief is still breathing
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Gotta have that mucho de nero, and when I got it its to querdo
Errday, allday, baby girl what you say I can't stay
We can play I don't pay, keep me right around the way
We can ride around the today, AaaaYo. HeeeyHo
Wake up get ya cake up... bake up
Only thing that matters in this life is paper, everybody got they own price for paper
Chips with the dip grims when ya get more paper then ya even know what to do with
So let me get right to it
(Chorus)
(Outo: Kid Talking)
Dadda we gotta get all the paper
That's right
So we can have that lure jet
And we can be on MTV Cribs with the mansion and the swimming pool
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
now i lay me down to sleep before i go to bed
13 ways why yo ass should be dead
i used to love dis ho but she went and fuck my boy
now im fucked up fo real still
this is the real mccoy
still i try to tell myself it'll be alright
still i try to tell myself it'll be alright
still i try to tell myself it'll be alright
but once my mind starts clinkin im losin the fight
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
now whos that nigga gettin brainwashed-neva ho
im too clever ho
but whenever yo ass wanna play silly games wit a true blue
upfront the down stroll
kickin that voodoo
i neva had a ho i could call my own
i only had hos who loved to bone
every nigga in the crew that didnt screw this bitch
i knew
i guess she knew that she was brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im losin my mind
goin insane like kurt cobain
blowin out my brains for a dane
its the same ol same
everybody knows the 411
call 911 cuz hes got a gun
now whos laughing bitch
lets smoke the flat lines once the hammer clicks
if it sticks then i got a 666
until death do us part
ill be sick cuz
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
Who wants to get a game
Who wants to get a game, let's play a game of death
(Mastamind)
Get down, lay your cards down
Duck down, as my chain ball spins round and round
When it stops, I bet it chops to the ground
Now how that shit sound? Sounds like a shake down
Here comes the break down
I bet'cha break, I bet'cha gotta headache
Ya can't keep ya ass awake
Fool, why ya think the unholy had to wake the dead
To many niggaz sleepin' so we give blows to ya head
One time, in and out ya mind
I know the rules to the game, give assistance to my rhyme
I'm workin' my voodoo on you and you
What can ya do to stop Mastamind and his crew?
The magic I use is blacker than blacker than black
Get back, fool what'cha know about that?
(TNT)
What'cha know about this? When I aim I don't miss
Fuck around and catch a fist when TNT's pissed
Droppin' bombs on your crews, I quicked the life refused
Ya played the game of death and you're guarenteed to lose
(Mastamind)
Play your cards right, tonight's helter skelter
The cards I dealt ya ain't good, find shelter in your hood
I'm comin' at 'cha like a body snatcher, I'm gonna get 'cha
And show ya I'm the game's masta
Mastamindin' my game till there's no suckas left
When ya fuck with the wrong nigga ya play the game of death
(Esham)
This is the game, come take a spin on the wheel
How many cops can I kill?
I'm ill, buck 'em down at a stand still
Watch me get ill, watch the blood spill
Chop, swing, off with your head
I'm kinda misled, I'd rather be dead
This is the game that I play with no shame
Russian Roulette, cock back and take aim
I want me some bacon, so I'm fina cutta pig
Wha-dada dame, so I split 'cha wig
Not by the hairs on your chinny chin chin
Will you play the game of death with me and never win?
Killin' be a sin, snatch your throat and grin
Gettin' buck wild with the rin-tin-tin
The chrome's to your dome, so tell me what's left
And breathe your last breath, and play the game of death
(Mastamind)
Bad guys never lose, so I bet I win
I don't die, but I come back again and again
(Esham)
Red rum, red rum come and get some
Hey mad niggaz hung by they tongues when I sung
Play a game, press your luck, punk
I don't give a fuck punk
If the butcher knife don't cut
Then I buck, buck, buck
(Mastamind)
Watch me get 'em, watch me hunt 'em out and hit 'em
I'm hungry for adam's apples I gotta slit 'em
You can't play my game motherfuckers hate I came
Let the sky storm, let it rain, let it rain
Chopped off her head now the blood is just gushin'
I picked up the knife and the steel's steady pushin'
Aimin' for the kill, the kill is what I got
Playin' in my game, and this is the plot
Now I'm playin' doctor, grab the knife and chopped her
Shivers, quivers, out comes the liver
Shoot a dead body and I dumped it in the river
The beat when I deliver, no more life to give her
I hate to behave the same to savor it for yourself
When the tables dealt, you get felt in the game of death
(Esham)
Now as I come in, I take one final spin on the wheels of Jeopardy
For all those hoes who slept with me
Wicked rhyme kicka, Sick 'em for when I trick up
Peter pipper picka, you have to suck my dick up
Nigga I'm outta liqour, Cuttin' to kill ya quicka
Six, six, six, 'cause I'm sick sick sicka
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, watch your heada life
I be dead a guy, rock a bye-bye
If you wanna play, yes we playin' dead
I gotta screw loose and a hole in my head
Dead bodies layin' all around
The price is right so come on down
And press your luck and get slammed hoe
Remember don't say damn say where me woe
Mirror mirror on the wall
A suicidal brotha must take a fall
Can I talk for a second to myself
Can I talk for a second to myself
Can I look into my eyes for a second
Take a second look into my eyes
Im not suprised at what I see
I see you starin right back at me
So I can take a chance, take a razor to my wrist, take a rest
Take me a razor from the medicine chest
But I hesitate to take myself out my misery
I gotta get my head together, oh whatever
Ima do, i gotta do it right now
Cuz im a suicidalist and i know how
Life aint nothin but bitches and money
So Elizabeth, im comin to join ya honey
Can I get wicked, get wicked can I get
Im losin my mind I cant take this shit
I think im gonna do it, gonna do it man I think
I bet by tomorrow dead bodies might stink
13 ways how to do it man I know
But if I gotta go I guess I gotta go
Im still dreamin about death and everyday is like dead
I got a screw loose and a hole in my head
Tick tock and you dont stop
Fuck the muthafuckin cops
Man im thinkin all this crazy shit
[Esham]
I got an uzi that I sleep wit' unda my covas
I got an uzi that I sleep wit' unda my covas
I got an uzi that I sleep wit' unda my covas
[Esham]
I got an uzi that I sleep wit'
Peep it this ain't no secret
I'm ready to buck 'em down and street sweep shit
My uzi weighs a ton, I got no love for none
My rhymes the bloody ones, assassinated ya sons
No time to reconsider before you commit a murder dead
Soon as I hit, I seen the blood squirt out 'er head
I got an uzi that I sleep wit' unda my covas
Fuck a lover, she will discova anyway
That I will just stray like a bullet from a gun
When I pull it, never knew what I'ma do it
I'ma do it, ain't no savin' ya life, took ya Life Savers
Every crew wit' murder cravin' done flapped off just like the 'Raven'
Played 'em before I slayed 'em
These fake ass niggaz, I hate 'em
Just like cop'ers when they raiding, grab the AK then I sprayed 'em
Made 'em get on the floor then reload and K'ed 'em some more
Niggaz wanna kill me in my sleep, that's why I sleep wit' the uzi for
(Chorus)
[Esham]
I got an uzi that I sleep wit' unda my covas
Ready to murder, so fuck a lover [2x]
[Shoestring]
I got an uzi that I sleep wit' unda my covas
Buckin' they brotha
Takin' 'Natural Born Killas' from they mothas
Click and clack it, sit back nigga, watch me wack it
Blow off ya back and ya rhinestones outcha jacket
Snooze ya loose, gotta' 'buze you and Shoe's grippin' this Uz
Blowin' holes out they shoes, jump out the sandals
Death wish, blow out the candles
I got an uzi wit' no grip or no fuckin' handles
Just a barrel, Shoe straight like a fuckin' sparrow
Straight through ya heart, stick some muthafuckin' arrow
Murder me man, murder a bitch, murder a gang, murder insane
Murderin' all for blood stains
Esham and Shoestring step in The D wit' the uzi
They tried to kill me but Boot won't let them niggaz do me
Plus Ghetto E got my back from any other
Annoyed like a muthafucka up under covers
Uzi.
(Chorus)
[Bootleg]
I gotta tell you, Esham, you get more sleep than me
'Cuz I sleep wit' a glock, my TK, cameras, and a fuckin' uzi
Plus I been diagnosed wit' bein a schizophrenic
So when I hit that ass and then croak these bitches panic
I'm up in your house, I'm here (Under ya covas)
When you hit (Under ya covas)
You gon' die (Under ya covas)
So if you wanna have some drink, well have some redrum
All you gotta do is fuck me over and I'll give you some
[Ghetto E]
My uzi weighs a ton and my guns they won't jam for no one
My uzi's underneath my blankets bustin' 'till the day come
For murderous assertive you ain't heard from killas comin'
Raven look on my bed I see shadows of hearts strummin'
Watch porno movies wit' my uzi tucked under my sheets
I be cummin' every time I squeeze the trigga on my freak
Yes my uzi does a duty when she lays beside my waist
I can't sleep without an extra box of shells tucked inside my pillow case
My uzi
Freak nasty, freak nasty
Freak nasty, freak nasty
Freak nasty, freak nasty
Freak nasty, freak nasty
Hey sexy, love that walk
Hey sexy, love that talk
Hey sexy, dont you know
That you are just a freaky ho
Can we get together now
Do you know what, 'cause I know how
Aint no kinda frontin honey
I want the cunt and money
I did'nt eat breakfast but I'll take a little nuttin honey
I know your booty's round, I got no coodie's hoe
If we get busy then I got to put my footie's down
It's not ___?____ plan, it's just a one night stand
I'm not a groupie and I dont wanna be your man
I'm not all in, baby quit callin
Me a pervert, and quit stallin
Bottom line can I nut on ya chest
All you gotta do is say yes
And be my...
(CHORUS)
Freak nasty, freak nasty
Freak nasty, freak nasty
Freak nasty, freak nasty
Freak nasty, freak nasty
Hey sexy, would you blow
On my dick and make it grow
If you want to, tell me so
My dick starts growin like Pinnachio's nose
Freak me, Freak me, baby doll
Ride this dick for a little while
In and out and round and round
Givin you more than just a pound
I like chocolate with extra cream
Dont fuck ho's who like to feind
It's no fun if the honey's dont scream
N-A-T-A-S it's a tag team
Freak nasty, all upset
'cause she didnt get her pussy wet
Let me nut all on yo chest
All you gotta do is say yes
And be my...
(CHORUS)
Freak nasty, freak nasty
Freak nasty, freak nasty
Freak nasty, freak nasty
Freak nasty, freak nasty
Hey baby, let's hit the motel
If you bring the pussy everything a go swell
I got the condom's, always gotta bang wit em
Bitches, I'm baggin em'
Break out the Magnum, condoms
'cause I'm not dumb
And if you dont use a condom, you dumb
Hey baby, baby, baby, bet you dont know
If pussy was a sport I'd be all pro
Bitches on my dick 'cause I'm good to go
Your man got the money but I'm dickin his ho
(CHORUS)
Freak nasty, freak nasty
Freak nasty, freak nasty
Freak nasty, freak nasty
Freak nasty, freak nasty
Hey baby, hey sexy
Boy, boy, crazy boy
Gotta rocket in my pocket [2x]
[Esham]
Maximum overdrive, how to stay alive
Jumpin' outta Lear jets no parachute, skydive
Fuck these niggaz, I'm runnin' wit' a .45
I don't wanna be, ugh, I don't even wanna be alive
But if I gotta be NATAS, the hottest nigga wit' coatist
Bein' stated's what brought us, bloody up ya pratas
When I drag ya through the mud
Got love for guns, got love for slugs
Drugs, thugs wit' money turn ya rainy day sunny
The MDNA got my nose runny
Still runnin' up in these races
Runnin' against these racists
Treat ya like Joe Bruce wit' 2 faces
And I don't wanna be alive
(Chorus)
Boy, boy, crazy boy
Gotta rocket in my pocket
Boy, boy, crazy boy
Gotta rocket in my pocket
Dump, dump, dump, dump, dump, I'ma
Dump, dump, I'ma dumb, I'ma dumb, I'ma dumb
Boy, boy, crazy boy
Gotta rocket in my pocket
Boy, boy, crazy boy
Gotta rocket in my pocket
[Kool Keith]
Ski masks in the back seat
I'm turning 6th street, you bout to feel heat
E on the Burrough street
Callin' cops in, glocks in
Cocks in, niggaz are blocked in
Moving out to Washington
Turn the siren down, clap with gun sound
Double lock, back up wit' the gun, clown
You walkin North but the sign say South bound
Ambulance, yo, yo, you bucked down
Man, move, yo, kid, you duck down
Fall in the foxhole, move dodger
Hot ya vest now, move a little farther
Giddy-up hoes, you get fucked though
My aim sharp so, .38 slug so
I duck shells when they scatter 'round the rugs though
I dump twicely, I dump nicely
Kid precisely, penetrate the wall so
When I'm also
Tech penetrate yo spray ya torso
(Esham)
I got a ill case, paranoia blood stains on my face
Close range sawed off shotgun bust
I never trust, it's a must you ain't down with us
From Gotham to Metropolis, nigga ain't no stoppin' us
Suicidal tendencies for all my enemies
From aggravated assault, insurance is no fault
U-N-H-O-L-Y, murder's my alibi
Sodem eyes your trick and make ya recognize bitch
So flesh is ridiculous, mercilous, meticulous
Some back in New York and Los A-N-G-E-L-E-S
A homicidal vital recital, Esham's my title
From sacks of heroin packs, I went suicidal
From symptoms of insanity slowly slippin' insane
Doin' 100 in my 850 in the rain
And I got retaliation on the brain
(Mobaddess)
Retaliations a must, when I bust
Who the fuck can we trust?
For all you niggaz that ain't down
With the Reel Life Product
No time to contemplate I'm grabbin' an AK
Niggaz in your hood screamin' out mayday
It's that killa Mobaddess
Kickin' you niggaz and hoes, cause to me you on the same status
A round after rants, come get your head splattered
That's why in Detroit they call me Mobaddess
(Mastamind)
Nigga cap blow, let that weed grow
Don't let 'cha be caught ridin' through the wrong hood
Cause bitch we evil
I rained on a million people, drowned the world in my shit
Blaze the blunt, and shoot blow this motherfucker to bits
(TNT)
Tony Montana, I shot up a body in Atlanta
Dump that bitch in the river it don't matter
Still make moves on the street and don't stop
Still got the connects for the guns and crack pots
Here I come, better run I gotta sawed off shotgun
Pump that buck and you might catch a hot one
Call me a head hunter, head's I've chopped off
Cemetary's full from the bodies I dropped off
Mothafuckaz hate me, cuz I'm singing Blasphemy
Die and go to hell and when you get there ask for me
Come along for the ride, drive you to suicide
I'm the Unholy Esham, that's right
Get me a razor blade and I might jack a spade
Or jack jack my dick to a poor porno flick
Nasty motherfucker with the wicked mentallity
Thirteen ways is a small technicallity
Cuz I got one, blow your fuckin head out
Pull your fuckin eyes out, just to get the red out
If you be a nigga or a white boy honkey
I get funky, hip hop junkie
Serial killa, frosted flakes
Fucked up in the head waking up with the shakes
Those are the breaks, fuckin up the fakes
Some shit I make you cant take
But dont blame me.
(CHORUS)
Dont blame me
Dont blame me
Dont blame me
Dont blame me, the devil made me do it.
Better reach your children, cuz I might burn em'
Teach em' and learn em' a motherfuckin lesson
Get my Smith & Wesson and blow your baby's head off
From watchin bullshit, turn the T.V. set off
Psycho, and I might go like Michael
Say some shit that you might not like so
Who's that god that you praise the lord to
Buyin that ticket to the heavens, cant afford to
Esham's back with the New Jack Swing
I dont pray or none or those things
Now we got niggaz that's rappin bout god ya'll
Praise the lord to me the black oddball
I aint no joke and my words aint fiction
If you think so you can suck my dick then
I dont like preachers, or prayers, but playaz
Esham the Unholy wicked rhyme sayer
Swing with the Slayer, sing if you dare
But just like before I dont care
And dont blame me.
(CHORUS)
Dont blame me (we are searchers of the truth)
Dont blame me (we are searchers of the truth)
Dont blame me (we are searchers of the truth)
Dont blame me, the devil made me do it.
Sick in the head, knotty like a dread
Pump that lead cuz I'd rather be dead
Gimme what you got if you hip you get with me
I think my wrist is talking to you tellin you to slit me
Suicidalist and I'm unorthadox
Down with the black sox, whiskey on the rocks
You might catch me in a jail cell with a wig
I slaughtered me a pig, but you cant dig
The voices in my head, tellin me to waste ya
Pig that Bacon ham sandwich I can taste ya
Everybody lookin for a bible to touch
We shall overcome is a bit too much
But you cant touch this
Religion is some hokus-pokus
Betcha seein god when you focus
But when the day comes and you gotta run for shelter
Now you screamin Hellterskellter
Damn, you gotta turn off the T.V.
Or dont blame me.
(CHORUS)
Dont blame me (dont start no shit now)
Dont blame me (dont start no shit now)
Dont blame me (dont start no shit now)
Duncan Hines
Funky rhymes I like goin' in from behind
Take my finger and dip it in
Hittin' them skins, much skins
I like choclate with extra cream
Hittin' them cakes a daily routine
Stir it with my finger, just like a stick
The devil's out the soup,
Now he's in the cake mix
This time, I gotta mix it up
The sugar's in one cup,
The cream in another cup
Upside down, cake rattle n' roll
The cake mix runs down side of the bowl
I dip my face in the bowl, just to get a sniff
Kinda smells fishy once I get a wiff
Take my spoon and stir it up, kinda good
Now I got a woody-wood pecker could I whisper in your ear,
And tell you what I need
How many cakes to fill one man's greed?
One ho cake, two ho cakes, damn,
Damn, I think I'm stirrin' kinda slow
5 ho cakes, 6 ho cakes
I got my finger in your cake mix
What's the matter with my cake batter?
I need a jimmy hat like the mad hatter
Too much cream, baby, def' too much
I guess you like your cake mixed with nuts
Spread that cake mix nice and thick
Lick the spoon like you lick my dick
I don't think it's ready for the oven yet
We'll both know when we start to sweat
Betty Crocker, drink some vodka
Then I stuck her with my cocka
You got cake mix on your drawers
I got cake mix on my balls
This cake mix is nice and sweet
But this cake mix you do not eat
This cake mix is soft and wet
And just to get my dick erect
You might say that I'm kinda sick
But that's what's happenin' when I'm rappin' 'bout your little girl's cake mix
I got caught with my finger in the cake mix
I don't like trick or treatin'
I'd rather have a trick
And if you got me some dessert
Just open up your shirt
I'll stick my spoon in the mix
And then I'll go to work
Your oven is hot, it's ready to bake
The devil's in your soup as you masturbate
As you jerk my dick or mix with my spoon
It's gonna add flavor to the cake mix soon
The cake is mellow and moist and wet
I never had a cake that made me sweat
It's like a Dunkan Hines a Hostess twinkie pie
Put my face too close to the cake and got cream in my eye
There's nothin' I can't mix
There's nothin 'I can't fix
But while I'm bakin' cakes
My heads been hurtin since 83'
Since birth my mommas been afraid of me
I was raised by the streets
I was made to be a young nigga makein cash so easily
I rolled into town full of playas and snitches
Every nigga I know be down for riches
OZ's, 8ths, kilos, and pounds
Nigga just yo ass right out of bounds
7 m-i-l-e's where I ride cause I roll through yo town like suicide
If you see me on the streets gotta bloody pistol
Triple beam OZ's get cut for crystal
Might come to your town and I'll kill your crew
Put a crack house right next door to you
If I fucked your bitch man its all in the game
I done nutted in her mouth and don't know her name
Might come to your hood with my bad intentions
To fuck all the bitches with the hair extensions
If you see a nigga lookin to side of my ride
Just look for the joint in my mouth and you can say I'm fried
You can say I'm fried
You can say I'm fried
I got a track violation warrant for my rep
To dope case bleedin to no contempt
Had to beat a nigga ass at the liquor sto'
Cause he said he wouldn't sell me alcohol no mo'
Fuck that I gotta get my buzz and die
Get high still DWI
What the fuck y'all know about a millionaire gettin money slappin hoes screamin I don't care
I'm the neighborhood crook screamin fuck the hook
I'm the nigga that snatched yo mom's pocket book
Wicked shit, shit don't stop forever
Playa hatas hate me nigga whatever
I be fuckin these hoes since 94'
Screamin fuck these tricks in 96'
Real life I'll life fuckin dikes hangin with Dice screamin what'd it be like
Nigga ridin', high sidin, suicidein, muder-i-ing
Nigga You can say I'm fried
You can say I'm fried
You can say I'm fried
I like money and everythin that comes with that
I like pussy and big hoe asses fat
I like hoes suck dick at a drop of a dime
Put a gun in yo mouth and let it blow yo mind
Bitch boy my names Esham for real
Niggas still I kill for my dollar
So real I'm out for the fortune and game
Street politics, tricks, to cocaine
Sittin' in a crack house earnin' my snaps
Way before I was bustin em raps
It's the c-o-c-a-i-n-e now lets niggas be dope on the m-i-c
So fuck what you heard about me before I'm the same ol' nigga
You don't know my fucking [stilo?]
I can't fuck with you punk if you can't cop a kilo
36 ozs, no [goldees?], hoes on their knees, bitch please
I owe the mob 4 million
They want their money or their dope or they're killing all my children
Fuck that I'm Bruce Wayne insane, if you see me in the rain I'm selling cocaine
You see I just joined the mob man
And see the run with the righteous or Batman and Robin
And I ain't with the stick up
For every nigga that you stick up
He's bound to call his clique up
I got to worry 'bout the police
And the F.B.I., wanna know why
'cause I'm a million dolla ball playa
And these minor league niggas would love to see me fall playa
I'm on craps like 2 dice
Fuck FM 98 and that bitch nothin' nice
I'm underground like P-Funk,
And I'll still put you're bloody body in the fucking trunk punk
I'm on 7 mile riding dirty
With a birdie in the trunk and a bag of funk
Nigga what?
I'm on 7 mile ridin' dirty
168 I hate to jump back
So now I must add and subtract to pay the stack
Ill automobiles, V12's and meals
A half a million dollar house out in he hills
My chrome plated .357's my tool
Nigga don't make me out a fuckin' fool
You's a hoe ass nigga, ain't got no loot
If basketball was a gun, you'd be scared to shoot
Fuck that rap that you saying, don't make no sense
My recital is vital once I commence
Got 36 oz, one kilo z
2 8th's is a half and 4 is a key
I'm a street politician so I politic
If the chicken ain't cookin' then the grease ain't clickin'
Get a bird mother fucker, fuck that a nine to five
Call me John Travlota 'cause I'm stayin' alive
7 mile ridin' dirty
All night everyday
(You can have it your way baby)
All night everyday
(I can give you whatchu need)
All night everyday
([Incomprehensible] bumpin' 'round my way)
All night everyday
(Body needs my super cream)
Get me paid, get sprayed, hang wit' homies that's made
Come through ya town, put it down like a parade
See I come from Detroit and it's all about Dylan
When I Black Jack five dollars stacked to the ceiling
In my V12 'Boomin' Words' straight from Hell
Blaze green all day, tell me what do ya smell?
Bump the beat up in city heat, double O 7
East side I ride, AK-47
You can get a lap dance for less than 20 dollars
Playas in my city known for poppin' they collars
The styles that you runnin' 'round wit' is ours
You and them 'Shady' suckas is nothin' but cowards
Bang ya brains in the dirt, make ya go bezerk
If you rap wit' Emily, your ass gon' get murk
I'm the E to the S to the H A M
If I wasn't then why would I say I am
Pull a jack, sell a sack 'cuz the babies need similac
You remember that rollin' in a Cadillac
You wanna' battle rap, I swing the battle axe
Chop ya head off until Hailey go tattle that
All night everyday
(You can have it your way baby)
All night everyday
(I can give you whatchu need)
All night everyday
([Incomprehensible] bumpin' 'round my way)
All night everyday
(Body needs my super cream)
All night everyday you can have it ya way
I gotta clock my pay from Detroit to L.A.
Okay, it's Heather Hunter not the 'Number 1 Stunna'
In the Collady Fair, fast as the Road Runna
The bitches they speak about, the freak of the week no doubt
Ya man was late for dinner 'cuz he was eatin' me out
I get it on like that 'cuz I was born like that
Ya man jacked off to my porn in fact
'Cuz it's too hard to mack me
I be 'Cummin' on America' 'Action and Jack me'
Cream on, Heather Hunter, twice as nice
Screw the right thing and watch the ice bling
So tell me how you want it, push or pull
2Pac was ridin' me on a mechanical bull
It's all I think about, when I be puffin' on a blunt
Plus I give head like a Shaolin Monk
All night everyday
(You can have it your way baby)
All night everyday
(I can give you whatchu need)
All night everyday
([Incomprehensible] bumpin' 'round my way)
All night everyday
(Body needs my super cream)
I used to pick up a pan
My friend keep a CD in the van
People to win you can
Natas back now, suckas don't slack now
No time to act now, me on the East Side
Rollin' the E ride, girls can come slide
Into the dark room, emotional heart room
Bass can bang-boom, X and mushrooms
Hotels paid for, freakin' in all the rooms
Girls, booties get live tonight, spread the lap dance
Y'all get high tonight, ladies in love
On my jock, and cry tonight, suckas say 'Why tonight'
Pick up the hot line, baby, you think ya fine
I'll putcha first if ya wanna be the girl of mine
Wine and dine, puffin' chronic, crime move ya curse, grab ya purse
Me and E shootin' fireworks ba ba ba ba ba fireworks
All night everyday
(You can have it your way baby)
All night everyday
(I can give you whatchu need)
All night everyday
([Incomprehensible] bumpin' 'round my way)
All night everyday
Hardcore mother fucker...
Esham is the unholy!
Hardcore mother fucker...
Esham is the unholy!
So not alot people realize, that you know,
Rock-n-roll is truely black music.
Esham! Esham!
And you look at it as music you know,
And anybody who said rock sold out, they can basically suck my dick,
Esham! Esham!
I mean you don't wanna talk about that shit you know,
It's bullshit
I hear screams at midnight, you're bitin' the dust,
Cuz my voice is cursed, so dangerous that your mind busts,
A brain panic, so gigantic, a skitsofrantic,
The psychitrist diagnosed me as being manic.
The problem ain't me though, you can never see no,
Hear no, say no, unholy evil.
Brothas have died, so many mutha fuckas tried,
To get to the other side, the path is suicide.
I don't give a fuck, and you ask me why, bro,
I wanna get paid, pussy, and then I wanna die, yo!
I said I'd rather be dead, so go ahead and kill me,
Satan's got my soul, I gave it unwillingly.
God bless the child with the black and red T-Shirt,
13 ways to cook up A-C-I-D,
So if you wanna follow me, then I'm sure that you'll agree,
Monkey do, monkey see.
Upside down cross, many have got lost,
The witch jumped on your back and rode ya like horse.
Now you can't wake up, you're losin' your last breath,
(CHOURS)
(Lady signing)
Au Revoir!,(man sing) Why is it so hard to say good bye
(Lady) Bye, Bye
(ESHAM)
Why oh why is it so hard to say goodbye my lord
Oh tell me is it a stairway to heaven I can't afford?
Racin' in this race you might have a crash collision
While your babies find their way to make their own decisions
Ain't nobody tell me nothin' 'bout hustlin' strugglin' and gamblin'
And runnin' through the maze in Detroit while they're scribble scramblin'
(chours X1.2)
(T.N.T???)
Now one, you thought I was gone
Thought I was lost in the storm
But uh, I can never seem let go of this game
Gotta keep rollin' on
Gotta keep holdin' on, to my handles
Stay strong, through the scandles
You can neva do, what you plan to do, when niggas try to undahand you
Why oh why is it so hard to say peace, to my pain
I got the soul of the beast, in my veins
I guess I'll never change
All these games people play, I pay no mind
No evidence, no crime
Can't let go, of this wicked rhyme
Chorus
(T.N.T.???)
Why oh why is it hard to say goodbye?
Who do doves cry?
Why must I stay high?
In my world, niggas get wet, like jerry curls
Mothers cry
Funeral processions ride by
Formaldehyde keeps my mind, in the sky
I believe, I believe I can fly,
But uh, why is it so hard to say goodbye?
Goodbye
Son of a bitch, Jason wants to slit his wrists
But I'll tell you like this, should'nt take the risk
Knowin the consequences well
The suicidal suckers end up in hell
Some rather be dead then living in sin
Cuz the planet is fucked up and misled
By fools like you
Runnin round tellin mother fuckers what they can and cant do
Butterflys in my stomach
Make me wanna vomit cuz I know doomsday is coming
Jasons facin life or death, it's do or die
And as he take a deep breath he wonders who will cry
The only one who really cares is you and I
But your the only one who really knew why
Lifes a bitch from beginning to end and then you die
Living the life of sin and why
I can see it in your eyes I'm not suprised
As you cross your heart and hope to die
Living your life on the edge of panic
But still you manic
Cuz you was born a schizophrenic
Never knew life was a bitch, but it is so hard
I'm living low in the graveyard
Take a trip to another side another place
Lying in a casket wit a dead mans face
Who gives a fuck about you, nobody but you
But I didn't have to tell you take cuz thats something you already knew
Just like a razor to the wrist I'm a cut you quick
Last dying words is I'm a son of a bitch
Son of a gun and Ive just begun to bleed
As I scream Jesus christ and fall to my knees
And as everyone cries they wonder why
I cross my heart and hope to die
My rhyme is a nine to the forehead
And once you push play you'll pull the trigga and now your dead
A suicidal homicidal homicidal suicidal recital
Is what I recite when I'm on the mic
At midnight I'll smother you like crib death
And find my record spinning
You'll never no I was grinnin when I did that
This is the U-N-H-O-L-Y
Deadly, like pesticide
So just step aside
Once I knew a little girl was playin my tape on Sunday
They found her in some headphones dead on Monday
Hanging from a chandelier the only thing to fear is fear
When you get them butterflies you know the Unholy is near
Some disappear and never be found
Some are smothered by the rhythm and then drown
And when I blow your mind your wont know why
The witch jumped on my back
So now it's time for me to rhyme in Acid Rap
A mic attack, so my brain starts to swell up
It's time to turn the volume up and raise the hell up
A microphone overdose, too much dope
Some suckaz choke but I hope they all croak
This is The U-N-H-O-L-Y
No need for applause ''cause I'm hella fly
I picked up the mic and get ya strung out
On that Acid Rap, Like a stamp, you all based out
Once you hit it there's no turnin' back
It's that Acid Hip-Hop Rap that's like crack
I'm gonna hit ya with another fix
So I added the new-improved inside the mix
And ya hunger like a dope fiend, off of what I did
I got you all strung out, on acid
Shoot it, smoke it, sniff it, or just listen to it
Some try to copy my chemistry but can't do it
Can't get the formula right so it's fake dope
Suckaz be ass-bangin' soda with benzol
But I'm a real nigga from the streets of Motown
Where Rock and Roll started, now I'm the hardest artist on the planet
Some can't stand it and take it for granted
But I always recoup and they don't understand it
All in my rays of more ways I daze and faze
And never seem to amaze the one who blazed
The A-C-I-D, AC-DC
Pump it out your system it'll blow up your battery
I'm a hard rock, gunnin' down brothers like Billy the Kid
Do what I did, now you're doin' that acid
You're blind, to the fact I blowin' your mind
Got ya all tryin' to learn my line so hit rewind
The U-N-H-O-L-Y will take it back in time
In due time you'll find I flow time after time
I'm down for mine so stop the bitein'
Heard you tried to sound like me when you was recitein'
Thought it was a reverb of my voice but you're wrong son
I'm the people's choice and it's been like that from day one
I flow like a pro, it takes a life time to know
To bite my style you have to go to first
It gets worse as the verse lies, and attract flies
As I metamorphosize from Jekyll to Hyde
And this is for the suicidalist and Jesus Christ
I met Elvis in hell but who will tell the tale
Of everything that I did
Unless you put it on your tongue, and do that acid
Ya get a rush from the rhythm so even the score
This is a three minute high, or even more
You gotta pump it up to 10 again can I get an amen
It don't stop, until I say when
I'll make you're eardrums bleed for days
Acid Rap, Some treat it like coke and catch the wave
Niggaz be scared to listen some dared but didn't prepare so they can't
Some drop dead and faint
This is The Unholy, preachin' like a reverend
Except when I die I'm not goin' to heaven, yo
Because I write the @#%$ ya sniff
And when I bust on riff ''cause most niggaz can't deal with
What I'm sayin', some be prayin'
The witch jumped on my back
So now it's time for me to rhyme in Acid Rap
A mic attack, so my brain starts to swell up
It's time to turn the volume up and raise the hell up
A microphone overdose, too much dope
Some suckaz choke but I hope they all croak
This is The U-N-H-O-L-Y
No need for applause ''cause I'm hella fly
I picked up the mic and get ya strung out
On that Acid Rap, Like a stamp, you all based out
Once you hit it there's no turnin' back
It's that Acid Hip-Hop Rap that's like crack
I'm gonna hit ya with another fix
So I added the new-improved inside the mix
And ya hunger like a dope fiend, off of what I did
I got you all strung out, on acid
Shoot it, smoke it, sniff it, or just listen to it
Some try to copy my chemistry but can't do it
Can't get the formula right so it's fake dope
Suckaz be ass-bangin' soda with benzol
But I'm a real nigga from the streets of Motown
Where Rock and Roll started, now I'm the hardest artist on the planet
Some can't stand it and take it for granted
But I always recoup and they don't understand it
All in my rays of more ways I daze and faze
And never seem to amaze the one who blazed
The A-C-I-D, AC-DC
Pump it out your system it'll blow up your battery
I'm a hard rock, gunnin' down brothers like Billy the Kid
Do what I did, now you're doin' that acid
You're blind, to the fact I blowin' your mind
Got ya all tryin' to learn my line so hit rewind
The U-N-H-O-L-Y will take it back in time
In due time you'll find I flow time after time
I'm down for mine so stop the bitein'
Heard you tried to sound like me when you was recitein'
Thought it was a reverb of my voice but you're wrong son
I'm the people's choice and it's been like that from day one
I flow like a pro, it takes a life time to know
To bite my style you have to go to first
It gets worse as the verse lies, and attract flies
As I metamorphosize from Jekyll to Hyde
And this is for the suicidalist and Jesus Christ
I met Elvis in hell but who will tell the tale
Of everything that I did
Unless you put it on your tongue, and do that acid
This is a three minute high, or even more
Ya get a rush from the rhythm so even the score
You gotta pump it up to 10 again can I get an amen
It don't stop, until I say when
I'll make you're eardrums bleed for days
Acid Rap, Some treat it like coke and catch the wave
Niggaz be scared to listen some dared but didn't prepare so they can't
Some drop dead and faint
This is The Unholy, preachin' like a reverend
Except when I die I'm not goin' to heaven, yo
Because I write the @#%$ ya sniff
And when I bust on riff ''cause most niggaz can't deal with
What I'm sayin', some be prayin'
Yo, yeah, there was somthin I wanted to say, oh yeah, yo
(CHORUS)
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
You cant take it wit cha
All that shit that dope might get cha (so give it up)
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
You cant take it wit cha
All that shit that dope might get cha (so listen to this shit)
Most niggaz like money, car's, pussy ho
Pockets on swole roll true's and vogue's
You sell your soul as the story is tole
Just a hold on a bitch lookin like Envogue
So ya slang em, gangbang em, nuts hang em
And bitches want the money but tricks you cant blame em
Got ducket's, mother fuck it, so ya stuck it
You either Flavor Flav it or ya chuck chuck chuck it
Got a big ol' house that sit on a hill
Gettin high till you die cuz that's the way you feel
But on the real, I dont give a fuck what you got
Cuz it dont mean shit when yo ass get shot
Why not, most niggaz plot with the gloc
And only gloc's go pop piggety pop pop pop
You just cant stop it if they comin to get cha
And oh yeah, you cant take it wit cha
(CHORUS)
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
You cant take it wit cha
All that shit that dope might get cha (none of that)
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
You cant take it wit cha
You might get you a house, a woman, and maybe a baby
If you dont go crazy first
And tell me what's worse bein broke or a hearse (huh)
Money is a black man's curse, but still
We got to have dollar bills,
Cuz if I cant see it then the shit aint real
Where I live, crackhead heaven 24-7
No hope for the city of dope
It aint no heaven, god dont like my hood
Cuz my hood is hell and it aint no good
Got money to the ceilin' oh what a feelin
O.G. dealin, Caps get peeled and next
Ho's want checks for some sex
Pussy's get recked dick shoved through they neck
No respect, you get no respect so he hit cha
Snap your love like a picture
Ho you cant take it wit cha
(CHORUS)
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
You cant take it wit cha
All that shit that dope might get cha (none of that)
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
You cant take it wit cha
You cant take it wit cha, no love, no lust
No one, no gun, no cap to bust
All the things in life you've ever had
Get zipped and locked in the bodybag
What's left? Life after death, you dont know
When you die, you might meet the people you owe
Death row, that's where we all gon' go
Sell your soul to the devil get a tag on your toe
Oh no, no more bitches and television
Get a trip to the morgue for your final circumsision
What the fuck? You dont know what from what
Cuz they even took your dick and your nuts
Man you cant take it wit cha
(CHORUS)
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
You cant take it wit cha
All that shit that dope might get cha (none of that)
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
(INTRO)
This is the season...
To fear young black men, hell black men period.
Espically while they kill themselves.
It is contagous, this virus, this violence. (splatter his blood)
Huh? What did (splatter his blood) you just say?
Is he dead? (splatter his blood)
I dont under(splatter his blood)stand this.
Dont you know...
Esham's back with another wicket track
Some old wicket shit and all that
A new era, I'll bring the terror plus the funk
You cant rock me so dont try to copy my format
Like liquid drano but it's acid rap
I'm a soloist so no one has to pass it back
You wanna get rid of me, I'm the epitomy
Suckaz dont consider me cuz they aint shit to me
See I get funky like dog shit
And dont step to me raw cuz I aint havin it
And if I see a microphone I'm grabbin it
And like a knife to your mind I'm stabbin it
The U-N-H-O-L-Y fuckin it up daily
Now I'm in your system so how you gonna play me, PUNK
I drop the funk like a bad habit
You still chasin after tricks like a silly rabbit
Show respect to the motherfuckin man
Cuz I'm makin more music then your body can stand.
(CHORUS)
Makin more music then your body can stand
Fell this, Music...
Makin more music then your body can stand
If... you... feel... good... I'm your maaan
I'm like a gypsy with a crystal ball
And I've seen the future for all of ya'll
And it state's that I got a life long faith
To kick the wicket shit and I'll never get in heaven's gates
Twelve inch plates like brimstone
And dont play my jams alone
Cuz the devils in my microphone
Musical madness finna self destruct
The devil is my logo, but it's Reel Life Product
Check mic one, two, then send a shout to
All the brothaz down with the RLP crew
Only real niggaz rock real shit
But dont fucker cuz you know how ill I can get
I put bit after bit makin hit after hit
And if your down with Esham then your sayin that's the shit
Grab the microphone and blaze it like a gan
Cuz I'm makin more music then your body can stand
(CHORUS)
Makin more music then your body can stand
Fell this, Music...
Makin more music then your body can stand
If... you... feel... good... I'm your maaan
The radio say I'm wild cuz I flow freestyle
So pop my tape in and fuck the radio dial
They wont play me cuz I be the Unholy
Now how dat sound?
So I had to go underground
Now you got the ghetto devil
On a different level
Bass and Treble
Now they tryin put my records on freeze
But they cant touch these so nigga nigga please
Get back fore I get my backpack
Esham's gunnin down the whole wackpack
You can run, but you cant hide
The only way out is suicide
Through the rythym, throat's I'm slittin em
And if they ask me how I did em
I'ma say I let the rythym hit em
No rapper can fuck with me
Cuz 24-7 days a week I be
(CHORUS)
Makin more music then your body can stand
Fell this, Music...
Makin more music then your body can stand
I caught me a slug from a .45, now i gotta take a dive. I'm suicidal, I'm trying not to stay alive. Voices in my head keep tellin' me they wanna kill me, and bullets from this gun keep tellin' me they wanna fill me. I'm sick of it and I should be so I take it kinda critical. Pyscho like a madman in a hospital. Put you know you wanna put 'em in me, put 'em in me do it quick. Then put me in the ground with my balls and my dick.
(Chorus)
I caught a slug from a .45. x4
Slug from a .45 was my call of death, I tried to squeeze the trigger but there was no bullets left. A hole in my head, a f**kin' hole in my head, bury me alive but I'm better off dead. Damn, I feel like I wanna die, and murder's by alibi. I know that I'm gonna die, when more bullets fly. Should I put the barrel in my mouth and close my eyes. A man never cries when he ties a knot.
(Chorus) x4
I caught a slug and got drugged. My brain got dug. I heard chug-a-lug when my head squirted blood. My body beatin' bad but my but my body bled, and when I squirt I'll say I'm pointin' it at my own head. I wonder why I did it did it, why I did I done it. I played the game of death and now I guess I finally won it. I never front it but I frontin' for the fact of ill. Dead men never say goodbye, guess I'll see ya ass in hell.
(Chorus)x8
I caught a slug. x5
Like clockwork, my jock hurt
Cuz I bone so many ho's, that's how it goes
This is anotha one them sex, triple X
And if you listen to my tune, you'll be wet
Well I was walkin down the street, all by my lonesome
I seen this ugly young thang, said she want some
Well I'm not the type a brotha, who does'nt share
I said look baby, if your clean, I dont care
I had to play it on the safe side, I used protection
She started rubbin on my dick, till an erection
I fucked the ho in the alley, without haste
You see her pussy has lips, but no face
So Reel Life Product know that...
[chorus]
Stepped outside, New York Yankee
Lookin for a ho and some hanky panky
Pretty long hair or nappy and bald
If you got a clean pussy I'll fuck you all
It really dont matter to me you see
I'll fuck your brains out sexy or ugly
A girl was on my tip I had to take her to the crib-o
But little did she know that she was an ugly ho
She must a loved my dick cuz she was hollin' out my name
I fucked her and I fucked her, and no I'm not a shame
Spit, slob, juicy lips, wall's to wall's
All that juice drippin off my ball's
You might, be ugly or you might be cute
But either one it don't matter I could still fuck you
If you was ugly and I fucked you, I got taste
But keep in mind that your pussy aint got no face
[chorus]
All you bitches lined up to ride the dick
Get it cum with it and ride it till you sick
I fuck with a beat so my dick keeps drummin'
It's a party in your mouth, and yes I'm cummin'
To exotic, Reel Life Product
Always on the hard cuz my mind's erotic
A pornographic rhyme, a pornographic mind
A pornographic everything from front to behind
I'm the one and only that can make you shout
Cuz I get nasty, like brussel sprouts
Speak freaky in the ear of a ugly ho
But dont get wrong, I like the pretty one's though
But they be tryin' to diss, so I'm a tell you like this
Fuck every chance you get and then afterward's piss
Bitches is bitches and fact's is fact's
You just wanna bust a nut and tell the ho to get back
So fuck every bitch in the human race
Esham's dope hoe, dig the flow,
No showin' where the story'll go
Muthafuckas scared of him like he Anthrax Man,
Cause they all caught up in the show
Mad years deep in the underground,
Spittin' hideous, wickedest rhymes
FBI be always by,
He be stretchin' them constitutional lines
Everybody always thinkin' he be voodoo head shrinkin' out with Lucifer
And them was gettin' old
So he closed the casket on the Devil shit
And let new inner rages explode
Acid Rain, and truth in explain and that he only tried to entertain
When I was born broke I was a joke to many
But then I said gimme that respect now your on my jimmy
The Unholy, bumpin out your system
My kinda music'll make ya go get a exorcism
I took a journey in ya mind and then I came out
And when I said I'm out your mind I blew your brain out
Some think I'm voodoo, but still I'm funky like doo doo
Unholy's in the house with the whole kit and kaboodle
Microphone mysterious, some say I'm delirious
But if you bite my rhyme then you'll die and this is serious
The seventh sign of death is the groove so lemme groove ya
My flow is just to funky for you its time for me to move ya soul
The I rock n roll to the next phase
I'll make ya ears bleed blood on the air waves
I think the rythym died, I tried to resurrect it
But if my shit wasn't def then you'd eject it
Disconnect it, uncorrected, as you selected
As the devil gets funky
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More Bounce... Hold it now, that's PLAYED OUT!
What the fuck is that funky smell?
Now is the Unholy sacrifice
You'll pay the price crucified like Christ on the mic
Some wonder the evil that men do
I dont pretend to, cuz I'm fin to
Get wicket for the sake of my own soul
Sold my soul to the highest bidda, now I'm finna
Drop juice, or should I say Acid
Get loose and try ta diss you'll getcha ass kicked
I got a knife and I'll cut cha throat
And I'm stabbin any mothafucka who said I wasn't dope
Now you see me, now you dont
Now you wanna be me, I wonder what fo'
Is it cuz, Esham's far from a fuckin ho
Fuck with me and I'll end up on death row
You'll get broken in just like a pair of slacks
I break ho's, break hearts, and break backs
Killer tracks on wax attack
Cuz my mouth is so dirty they wanna wash it with Ajax
My nine rhymes go bang it aint no thang
All ya'll pussies cant hang as the devil gets funky
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What the fuck is that funky smell?
The devil's just actin' a motherfuckin fool
What the fuck is that funky smell?
The Devil get's funky...
Well as I, get funky in the disco
And take your mind for a spin like Sisco
On stage I'm still packin my pistol
I take all my ho's to the Bristol
My Acid Rap ya gonna smoke it like cocaine
And if ya dont really like it aint no thang
I made this for my homies aint shit changed
Just the price on the bird and the Night Train
Ya say blind milly chilly got glasses
I got 20/20 vision just to peep out the asses
In the house for the nineteen nine O's
And my crew is fuckin nothin but fine ho's
So when you see us better give up the monkey
Cuz I'ma get in that ass and let the devil get funky
What the fuck is that funky smell?
Kill the radio, he killed the radio...
Today in new dealer's stock.
Truck over turned, what they call it was a roll over accident,
It was a dump truck,
Debris in the roadway, east bound, and west bound...
It's acid rap... Ohh yeaaaah...
I've seen many bloody bodies in my life time,
Now I'm on the prowl, and it's night time.
Son of the wicket, I kick it,
Five fingers of death,
I can taste the smell of blood as you're losin' you're breath,
Nine bodies floatin' in the river,
This the type of shit that make ya shiver, when I deliver,
The first dead body on your door step,
When you open up the door, the body falls on the floor.
The bigger they are, the harder the fall,
Then their head pops off and rolls down the hall.
Blood stains all on my shoe strangs,
Two bodies swingin' in the back, and they hang,
From a tree butt naked,
Three lives are gone, and the fourth I must take it.
The fourth body, just mutilated,
Every bone was broken in the body, when they x-rayed it.
I gotta cravin' for some red rum,
So I went to the store, saw the clerk, and got me some,
One person found dead in the liquor store,
A mass murderer, five murders or more.
Now I'm workin' on my sixth one,
I kill bitches with my bare hands, mutha fuck a gun.
Beat a bitch with a bat, til she stop breathin',
Then rush the bloody body to receivin',
Seven and eight, came like a double date,
I stabbed 'em both in the heart, with a wooden stake.
Like the bitch was a fuckin' vampire,
Lit the fuse, and set they soul on fire.
Number nine...
This my own life,
It was found, with a nine to the head.
And I'm dead, and I'm dead,
No, you're dead,
Call the cops,
