no shit Since age 13 I was ill legit I had a problem with homicide, crazy ass suicide Sucka mothafuckin' pussy dreams and I died Black from the hell
party in your mouth, and yes I'm cummin' To exotic, Reel Life Product Always on the hard 'cause my mind's erotic A pornographic rhyme, a pornographic mind A pornographic everything from
's fightin words As im reciting words suckers are rewritin my words Its simple and plain to see Plain and simple to see That I'm Esham and I'm
for tryin' to steal my acid rap Esham's here just for this verse The U-N-H-O-L-Y rocks it much worse Rock and roll, heavy metal hip hopster Word after word
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
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
that fearin' But you still wanna hear that unholy spirit Is still gettin' done by none Pulled up a dress and fucked a nun The walls sweat blood from
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
This is the beginin' of another sin, All yall welcome to hell, 'cause my record's spinnin', So many cryed 'cause the rhythm and I'm stil grinnin', And
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
beat your ass I don't say, I spray niggaz olay Like a '74, homey don't play Down on the east side, my name is Esham Rollin' through your hood, and I'
Fuck around and be on the wrong end of a gun son Your listenin to insanity, but that's just demandin me I say I'm Esham and you said how can it be I'ma
Im buzzin, I need some True Not like the shit that you smoke that you grew Straight from Jamaica where the green grass grow Cop me some Tops and Im ready
Born beat up and always hungry Never thought I'd turn into a criminal if anything Runnin from the cops like Al Capone Goin Rambo on them mother
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
hell I'm almost through so I'ma blaze my true But damn I gotta stop to check my mic 1, 2 I'm cool like the snow and I'm good to go It's your man Esham
shit Since age 13 I was ill legit I had a problem with homicide, crazy ass suicide Sucka mothafuckin pussy dreams and I died Black from the hell raised
like a pound of crack Homicide is on my side, suicide Tried to get to this side, and died My def jam plays like a boom, boom, boom Sending out disses,
