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Acid Rain
1) Intro
2) Narration 1
3) Red Rum
4) Some Ol' Wicked Shit
5) Out Ya Mind
6) 9 Dead Bodies
7) Play Dead
8) Finger in the Cake Mix
9) Boogie Man
10) Dying to be Down
11) Narration 2
12) Sunshine
13) No Singing at My Funeral
14) No-Fault Insurance
15) Mental Stress
16) Would You Die For Me?
17) The Wicked Shit Will Never Die
18) Narration 3
19) Silicone
20) Comerica
21) Lola Falana
22) Nervous
23) Panic Attack
24) Everyone
25) Migraine Headache (w/ICP)
26) La La La
27) How Do I Plead to Homicide?
28) P-P-P-Pow! (w/ ICP)
29) Redemption
1) Intro
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2) Narration 1
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,
BIATCH!
3) Red Rum
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Time to get ill, my mic starts to kill
Your head is falling apart, and I start to rebuild
Your mind, your outta time, I'm out ya mind
Like a '74 the heavy metal hardcore
Back to the groove line
Suckers tried to move mine
The seventh sign of death, and death to the peace sign
I start to release mine
Now you gotta cease mine
Shot another brother for holding up the peace sign.
I got style, I got class
Try to diss me, and I'll 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'm ticking like a time bomb
Ready to blow up, ready to go up side
Another nigga's head, for some shit, he done said
A homicidal killer, with a nine in my hands
Now you get to ride in the ambulance
Cuz it's murder
(Chorus)
Redrum,Redrum Redrum, Redrum
Redrum, Redrum , Redrum , Redrum
Redrum, Redrum, Redrum ,Redrum
Redrum, Redrum, Redrum , Redrum
Redrum!!
Dig this, a crazy brother, on a crazy, crazy tip
Mother fuckers claiming raw, boy you'll get pistol whipped
Whipping out my mini-mag, fucking niggaz up
Bullet proof vest on my chest, now what's up?
Doing it, like a renegade
Sticks and stones is played
Who's gone get fucked up, I got a gun, you got a blade
I'm taking no shit, Reel Life product is legit
Your fiendin' for my tape, like a junkie wants a hit
Death is at your doorstep waiting on the one
The devil is in the shell, and he comin' out a gun
Going off on niggaz, like I just based the pipe
Take a nigga's life, cuz I'm just the type
It's a doggie dog world, and I'm the pit bull
And a nigga jump crazy, bite his ass in a minute
I'm partners with the devil, taking nigga's on a hell raise
Brothers thinking, I've been dead for days
Beat your ass up, and leave you bleeding in the gutter
You said I was a sucker, your mother
Now your dead, with a busted head
No one seen or even heard of ya
Talking that trash, you get a busted ass
No one fucks with a murderer.
(Chorus)
Homicide is my alias
Niggaz don't diss, cuz they scared of us
I'm that nigga that make your nightmares come true
I'm not dead, but I'm death can still haunt you
More like Jason, but it's you I'm chasin'
And once I catch ya, I'm micin' and acein'
Runnin' through your mind like Loki
And the reason you don't see me, cuz I'm low key
I'm the Saturday shocker, horror flick routine
Showin' you shit, that you never seen
Michael Myers, the crucifiers
My verse gets cursed, when worse gets worse
Comin' to get ya, when I hit ya done
Die, and go to hell, and come back as my son
Down on wax, with the killer tracks
Get so dope, I'm 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, to whom it may concern
Brothas will learn, I take no time to burn
I'll Murder
(Chorus)
4) Some Ol' Wicked Shit
Some ol wicked shit
Some ol wicked shit
Some ol wicked shit
Some ol wicked shit
Midnight's the witches hour and you're outside
Somebody played the Reel Life Product tape and committed suicide
Tried to save a soul it can't be done
Unholy to the Son Of Satan, I ain't the one
Congradulations brothas and sistas who pray for me
Some slaved for me and still prayed for me
Some say my rhyme is Satanic, it'll make ya vomit, and I admit
I'm the shit when it comes down to it, just suin' it do it
Unholy poet
Ya mind I blow it
If ya ever heard me rhyme
For the first time
Hear, it's like a hurricane
Stunnin' like Novicane
Simple and plain
Reel Life Product is insane
Ya fuckin' with the wrong one
Listen to the song's done
Fuck around and be on the wrong end of a gun son
Ya listenin' to insanity
But that's just a man in me
I said I'm Esham and you said how can it be?
I'm a psychopathic automatic
Reel Life Product pro static, fuck it
Some ol wicked shit
Some ol wicked shit
Some ol wicked shit
Some ol wicked shit
Some ol wicked shit
Some ol wicked shit
Some ol wicked shit
Some ol wicked shit
I'm the U-N-H-O-L-Y better known as Esham
Champs or chumps
Step up and get some punk
Playin' around with me is like playin' with a rattlesnake
I shake and bake and break the fake
Reel Life Product's grim
A skitsofrantic muthafucka features lookin dim
R-E-A-L L-I-F-E
A P-R-O-D to the U-C-T
Reel Life Product's what I spit, I very seldom yell
The record sella's suckin' dope sell
I have the mind of the devil, the body of Lucifer
Gimme a mic and watch me get loose for ya
It's a muthafucka that suicide the way
Anotha homocide
I live anotha day I lied
I said I was the Unholy
Cause a preacha told me
The U-N-H-O-L-Y is a brotha with soul see
And sink down in the goddamn screechas
I'm not Satanic so fuck yall bitches
Some ol wicked shit
Some ol wicked shit
Some ol wicked shit
Some ol wicked shit
Some ol wicked shit
Some ol wicked shit
Some ol wicked shit
Some ol wicked shit
5) Out Ya Mind
My name is Esham
The U-N-H-O-L-Y
My name is Esham
The U-N-H-O-L-Y
My name is Esham
The U-N-H-O-L-Y
My name is Esham
The U-N-H-O-L-Y
My name is Esham
The U-N-H-O-L-Y
My name is Esham
The U-N-H-O-L-Y
My name is Esham
The Devil's groove, the Devil is back
Esham the U-N-H-O-L-Y, right on track
And I'm takin' it to the max
(Now my religion is reality)
So don't ask yo Esham, what's up? Ya gotta bust one
U-N-H-O-L-Y load the shells to my shotgun
Suckas come get some from the on that hits 'em
Kidnap ya mind and hold it for ransom
Suckas are scared cause no one dared so beware
Ya fellas keep playin' my tape and woke up with gray hair
The U-N-H-O-L-Y comes in for a second
So watch my magic tricks as I light up a candle stick
I'm somewhat a magician but I'm more of a witch
Can't pull a rabbit from my hat but I can pull a bitch
I pull a rhyme from my sleeve and make ya believe
That I'm the greatest thing alive since Adam and Eve
I gave life to the rhythm and I made it breath
And if ya scared of my performance I suggest ya leave
Ya see I flow wild, but meanwhile
Flowin is my freestyle
I get loose with style then I profile
Grab the mic and say a rhyme with no smile
And like a ghost I'll
Kick the wicked shit, some ol' wicked shit
Got the wicked shit to make you move
The Devil's groove
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, I wrote it
Suckas don't sing along, you'll die if you quote it
Unbelievable, believe what I said
I got what it takes to make ya mind drop dead
A homocidal vital recital's what I recite
The suckas get suicidal inside of a mic
I got the crazy insane, mind of a lunatic
Manipulate ya mind and make ya rhyme like I'm doin' it
This is beyond reality, I'm no joke
The Unholy is in the house so smell the smoke
Ya choke
My rhyme is been bitten but your forgettin'
The U-N-H-O-L-Y did what others didn't
I'm hidden
I'm Esham toatally unexplainable
The U-N-H-O-L-Y inside of me is like an animal
Can't be caged in a rage on stage
As I read ya mind, I flip the page
As I enter ya mind I find it's dangerous
If I slip on a lyric I know ya brain'll bust
I rhyme from the stimulation of mental thinkin'
Some look at me as a doctor for head shrinkin'
Ya see I'm thinkin' that I'm more than a man
Somethin' more than reality, but you'll never understand
I entered the new wave and came with a new rhyme
The ones that didn't understand, got a poo mine
I'm still goin' through ya mind at the speed of light
Suckas bet ya bita chip and I know ya bite
It's hard to swallow, you can't follow my path
If ya dissin' what I'm thinkin' then feel the wrath
Of the madness, ya see I'm never like anotha brotha
(You're dated under a pillow intended to smotha)
Hear the instrumental as I get inside ya mental state of mind
And bust a rhyme
Time'll tell if I'm still raisin hell
I drive ya like a hamma on a bed of nails
I'm like crack, and if ya smoke me your addicted to my speech
What I teach is outta reach
But each
And everyone of you'll learn from my way
What I do and what I say
Be real
Learn to write what you feel
Almost outta time
Almost outcha mind
But when I step outcha mind go back to bein you
The ones that cop out, drop out, minds blew
Don't believe what ya hear all the time
Esham and the Unholy, out ya mind
6) 9 Dead Bodies
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,
Shit, somebody call the cops.
7) Play Dead
Well I was sleepin' dreamin' about my own death
I'm like a cat with nine lives, but none left
I hear word after word after word once again
I find myself prayin' on my knees sayin' Amen
Cold sweat falls off my head onto my pillow
At night in my sleep I weep just like a willow
I'm sufferin' I need some aspirin or some bufferin'
Everytime I close my eyes it gets rougher in
The rhythm cold smotherin' every sister and brother in
Another murder, but red rum I never heard of
Something when I'm thinkin' of drinkin'
Some red rum 13 ways causin' bedlam
Don't say I'm a problem you'll die if you follow me
I'm like poison so come and swallow me
Locked in your mind, a funky rhyme and I busted
But when I start droppin' wicked shit you can't trust it
Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde ridin' inside your mind
It's hard to see the U-N-H-O-L-Y when you're blind
Some say I'm the devil, but it's really all in your head
And they say when I play I roll over and play dead
A funky, funky rhyme is what I got
A sellout is what I'm not
Boomin' words from hell is hot, dissin' me will get you shot
Esham affiliate of Reel Life Production
All the suckers dissin' me, fuck 'em
'Cause my homicidal vital recital is still said
And when I wake the dead the I play dead
And I'm not dead and then I knock 'em out
'Cause dissin' me on a record ain't what it's all about
Motherfuckers wanna come up and then they dumb up
So get to the gat and put the fuckin' drum up
Nigga how you figure you was bigger than a giant
Tryin' to diss the undissable so keep tryin'
Pick a pack a mags so get fitted for your bodybag
You wanna do it like me? Let your words drag
You're bound to catch 17 in the head
So you better fake death or play dead
You put the mic in the wrong hands then you get me
A nigga that's hooked on A-C-I-D
I can't go to sleep at night, I get hyped
See you wanna dance with the devil in the holy light
Wouldn't give a fuck if my records didn't sell
'Cause I'm goin' to hell with Pattie Labelle
Florence Nightingale, sippin' on ale
The devil's in the soup as the witches swap tails
Can't save my soul as I was told
Dropped outta school at 16 years old
The mic is in my hand, the bitch is on my tip
Niggaz wanna know am I a blood or a crypt
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
Playin' Russian Roulette with a gun to my head
Snub nose grade me one peace a lead
So if I win I guess I can't play dead
8) Finger in the Cake Mix
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
I got my finger in the cake mix
9) Boogie Man
'Hey boys and girls today we're gonna play a game
What's your name son you look kinda strange, what's your name?'
'They call me the boogieman'
Let's play dead, and give ya a second to die
And if I do or die, I sing a lullaby
I'm not a crime fighter, I'm like a ghost writer
And then my rhyme is like a chip ahoy, I bet'cha bite uh
And they don't understand, a rock and roll band
I'm not the KK Klan, more like the boogie man
And Satan's in the mix and you don't wanna diss
Because this is for all the suicidalists
I'd rather be dead, I'm knockin' 'em dead
Before you live, ya die, roll over play dead
I'm the B-Double O-G-I-D-M-A-D-M-A-N
Amen, another sin, here we go the fuck again
Takin' to the T-O-P, you don't wanna fuck with me
'Cause I'm the boogie man and I'm M-A-T-G
Now you wanna know, how we go a here we go
Unholy's my scenario, kickin' it in stereo
Style is stick, kickin' the ballistics
Kinda magnificent, but always stayin' distant
You don't understand, 'cause you can't and I can
I got the whole world in my hand
'Cause I'm the boogieman
'Oh shit I'm scared, God damn boogie man'
I'd rather be dope, then prayin' and wishin' on a ho
That's all she wrote, so fuck John the Pope
And if I do that, I give a clue jack
I'm the unholy but you already knew that
I'm a black devil, black sheep
Black rhythm, black rhyme, black beat, yo
I never went pop with acid hip hop
A with a 1, 2 and ya don't stop
I keep it goin' I, I know you're knowin' I
The way I'm goin' I'm showin' ya how I'm flowin' I
I hold my black dick just like a pool stick
My cue balls in my corner pocket so watch it
But you don't understand 'cause you can't and I can
I got the whole world in my hand, 'cause I'm the boogieman
Call me the boogieman
10) Dying to be Down
[Esham]
Way back in the day,in 1987
People used to say I wouldn't make it to heaven
1987 was the year of the trick
Muthafuckas talkin shit cause they was illegit
I used to hang out at the park and kick it with the fellas
Behind my back they talkin shit just because their jealous
Niggas used to diss me sayin I was a sucka
But that girl you all in love with....I fucked her
Nigga be dissin me but he can't see
He takin care of a bitch who baby look like me
But I can't tell him nothin,he'll think that I'm jealous
I got more bitches holdin on my dick than Perry Ellis
Nigga didn't know what I was all about
I got cold dissed when I was down and out
Before you called me a sucka and now you wanna be down
When I was broke you wasn't comin around
Now people give me my props all over town
But niggas like you still dyin to be down
[chorus]
Dyin to be down means simply this
You don't jock a nigga that you already dissed
And when you start jockin him then he's knowin
You're nothin but a sucka punk ass hoe and
A pussy ass nigga jumpin on the bandwagon
You'll get kicked in your ass like the last dragon
D-y-i-n-g to be d-o-w-n my friend
No way that we could ever be cool
I'm takin all punk ass niggas to school
But, school is out and there's no doubt in my mind
You wouldn't set me up or drop a dime
Once a punk ass nigga always one
And you been a punk ass nigga in more ways than one
Except you keep comin around cuz niggas like you ain't down
You're dyin to be down
[chorus]
How can I be down is all I hear
But fuck Esham was the slogan last year
Now you got a new one,thinkin you gon' do one
Go put a dick in your booty and screw one
Cause you can't screw me
I don't care if you boo me
But in my face I won't allow you to do me
To be down or not to be down is the question
You'll never be down so don't come around
Dreamin to be down
Schemin to be down
Like Captain Kirk I'll be beamin your black ass down
Ain't no ifs,ands or buts or maybes
You're like a dog with rabies who tried to play me
But you can't fade me so how that sound
You're just another punk nigga...dyin to be down
11) Narration 2
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
Esham didn't mind, he'll get his in time, he just continued on under the sunshine baby
12) Sunshine
My Life in the sunshine, the sun don't shine too much on mine.
But I feel funny ways on sunny days, honey plays, money pays but keep in on sunny days.
Used to be my baby, but now you just the neighborhood kid.
And i'm thinkin bout' the things I did, just to make ya' happy.
Scoop ya' scrappy, but listen to the nappy pappy.
It's all about money, It's all about mo' money, and it's gettin mo funny
in the sunny days. I think about my wicked ways, juices got me crazed, so crime pays.
Puttin' in work doin' my dirt, and I'm the one that ends up gettin hurt.
Just for a peice a' puss', a peice of bush, and now the next man's gettin the toosh.
I Guess i know next time, but for now i'm just losin' my mind, cause' I'm caught up in the sunshine.
Yeah
Most get mine in the sunshine
Yeah
My life, my life, my...
13) No Singing at My Funeral
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,
Cuz 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 on 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.
14) No-Fault Insurance
I know that I'm crazy
(It's nobody's fault but mine)
I know that I'm lazy
(It's nobody's fault but mine)
I know you don't love me
(It's nobody's fault but mine)
I know that you hate me
(It's nobody's fault but mine)
Once again, it's on, 3-5-7 chrome
Damn what's goin' on in my maggot dome
A pill poppin', hip hoppin' nigga with a death wish
Suicidalist but I'm still so selfish
Used to have this hoe, that anotha while ago
But the bitch played out like disco, cisco
Drinkin' dead bodies, stinkin' nervous twitch
Eye blink
I stabbed her 26 times with my dagger Jiggy Skwagger style
I gave a smile
Rigamortis body froze
Them slit her throat then watch her shake till her eyes close
A bloody body on my bathroom flo'
When the cops came to get me I said so, hey yo
I know that I'm crazy
(It's nobody's fault but mine)
I know that I'm lazy
(It's nobody's fault but mine)
I know you don't love me
(It's nobody's fault but mine)
I know that you hate me
(It's nobody's fault but mine)
1, 2, 3 pigs knockin' at my do'
Tryna catch the big bad wolf, I blew they house down, BOOM
Bacon all over the room
Say hello to my little friend
I bust a shot again
3 cops dead, now I'm called the cop killa
Illa cap peela
Bullet body full of bloody naps
Bust caps in Superman kneecaps
I can't believe she didn't love me so she didn't breath
I took her to the place where the sun don't shine
Without you, there's no me, so I'm goin' out my fuckin' mind
Runnin' blind with the bloody steel piece
I didn't know I was surrounded by police
And all I said was
I know that I'm crazy
15) Mental Stress
"He should never even see daylight again, never"
"I have apologized publicly for the...for the Mental ang...
for the Mental Stress and emotional stress that I have a...
and I said to those people to umm...
I feel bad about it too.." (*echo*)
[Chorus]
How I need the eternal rest
Help me through my mental stress (My mental stress) - *repeat 4X*
See I've been to Hell and back, and that's a fact
I get a flashback one day I'm a snack
My mind is gone, to each his own
I wish the whole world would just leave me alone
I wanna die, I do not die
I'm on the far-side and it's passin' me by
I wanna cry, I do not cry
I have to tell me, myself and I
And who am I, I don't understand
Wipe that ass once the shit hit's the fan
Black man, my man, man
God damn man, all man, man
No shit, tell me somethin' I don't know, no hope
And I can't cope wit' the mental stress
[Chorus]
Life ain't nothin' but bullets man
And who's that nigga with the gun in-hand?
(What nigga?) This nigga, (What nigga?) That nigga
(What nigga?) This nigga, finger on the trigger
(Oh no, whatchya gonna do now boy?)
I'm finna go nuts like an Almond Joy
Bang my head against the wall three times until it bleed
Wicked Witch of the East, the belly of the beast
See, that's just how it be
Nobody really gives a fuck about me
And ya see, that I ain't got no hope
Somebody help me cope with this mental stress
[Chorus]
Lock me up and throw away the key
God took my mind and said fuck me
I kick the wicked shit until I can't nomore
I black out so much I can't think nomore
Til' I die, til' I die, when will I die?
How you be a homicide without an alibi
No lie, I can't wait til' I die
Niggas still think Heaven's up in the sky
And voices in my head call my name at night
Sometimes I don't know wrong from right
Insight, Twilight Zone's my home
I put the chrome to my dome when I'm all alone
By my lonely, I'm gonna join my dead homie
No hope, and I can't cope with the mental stress
[Chorus + talking]
16) Would You Die For Me?
Esham
Acid Rain
Would You Die 4 Me
"Original style, original bad boy style, hear me"
I know a freak, I used to put my mack down on her
I used to boner her, make the other niggaz want her
So Mona, that was the trick name
She's a sick dame, cold caught up in the dick game
I'm not a wimp, never simp like a simp
I'm a pimp with the limp so I pimp, put my mack down
Much juice, used to fuck her back in nine-duece
Her moms was crackin, my bank was stackin
I'm mackin, ain't no slackin I'm Cadillacin
No love for this ho cause this pimp stayed solo
She jockin 24/7 it's hard to shake her off
Some poppa his brother so I'ma break her off
She had a bad habit of sayin she loved me
If I was broke she wouldn't be thinkin of me
I said fuck it baby must be sellin stress
And I ain't with the stress she got the slug in the chest
She tried to get her pussy wet with the skins
But that ain't how I'm layin with the state of mind I'm in
I had to run a check on this hoe
And then let me see, if the bitch'll die for me
(CHORUS)
Once upon a time
Once once upon a time
Once once upon a time
Once once upon a time
Lesson 1:
That girl in the blue dress
Opened my mouth and I tasted a woman for the first time
I said I wanna hoe that'll give me the world
Don't try to juice me up like I was a jheri curl
I got no fuckin time for your little sillyness
Either you down or you ain't really ness
I need a bitch that'll die for a nigga
That'll cry for a nigga, that don't like to a nigga
She said she loved me and she never wanna let me go
I said back up off these nuts and don't sweat me ho
I don't really think you know what you in for
I ain't your ordinary nigga from the ghetto
I never loved, never liked
I treat a hoe like a dyke, until she get my game down right
She shed a tear and said she never wanna let me leave
And there ain't nothin that can come between you and me
I said nothin till death do us part
Well if this niggaz truly in your heart, would you die for me?
(CHORUS)
Lesson 2: they never loved you
They never loved you
They never loved you, you were just a toy
A couple months went past and now we rollin real
And I gots my trick like David Copperfield
But my tricks gettin sick in the mornin
Growin up and blowin up
I told this bitch, yo, somethins gotta go
I had to inform her like that white boy snow
She said what you want me to do? You know he needs us
I said Jesus, told me to kill the fetus
And if you got any problems wit it
You can leave it outside and let the garbage man come and get it
I left the room a, I heard a boom
She shot herself in the stomach, I start to vomit
She fell to her knees all bloody
Bleedin nutty, hoe buddy
She said look at what you made me do
I love you man, and I'd die for you
(CHORUS)
"I've been asked after witnessing this God-awful
Misery for the last 17 years if I've finally gotten
Used to this. Used to this after the human being
Eyes, and Ears, and Heart, get used to this."
17) The Wicked Shit Will Never Die
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6
Here comes the voodoo what'cha gone do when my crew
Back from the dead once more again
Fuckin' up the flow again, fuck it here we go again
Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked shit
Burned down the church comin' through like the exorcist
Next to this, you get put on my shit list
Throw lifers get dissed you can't fuck with this
Wicked wild, wicked style, I don't give a fuck I'll get buck wild
I'm psycho just like Michael
And I might go a little something like this, suicidalist
Dangerous minds bust when I bust
Digging up dust now I must, in God you trust
If I add just then I add just this
No justice, no peace, bloody body police
Belly of da pig got me fiendin' for a cracker
Jack be nimble make your body tremble
Cardiac arrest for the one in the chest
Then I K-I-double L T-H-E-F-E-T-U-S
Yes, I'm down with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest
You try but don't cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll never die
Once again I ressurected niggaz unexpected
A closed casket when I leaped out and blasted a basket
Case brother of insanity I'm not alone
Havin' fatal thoughts of puttin' a chrome to my dome
Now what kinda wicked shit? This some ol' wicked shit
Not so many niggaz all over devil diggin' shit
Stay up off my dick, my style's sick, but I'm so sick of this
Helter skelter bite my shit, it's so ridiculous
I know my shit's phatter than Luther Vandross
Psychic connection wanna hit me with the holy ghost
Overdose, diagnose, niggaz in a comotose
Once I buck, buck ya, nigga motherfuck ya
Voodoo wicked child born a bastard
Visions of bloody bodies bein' blasted
Thinkin' of excuses, voices in my head mental abuses
Loses my mind, thought the flatline refuses
To answer, you can fess shit as you question
Me and myself verses Smith and Wesson
I'm that nigga with the wicked ass flow
Bitch you better act like you know
'Cause the wicked shit will never die
The wicked shit will never 187
Never go to heaven and fuck that reverend
All day whenever and
Feel like givin' up, mind starts blowin' up
Some old wicked shit, once again I'm throwin' up
A fit, I'm never gonna get into heaven
That's why I bought me a three 57
Fuck a reverend, and God I can't trust is true
So when I go to hell, better me and not you
I'ma walk the bloody trail and you can follow if you want
If you truly understand but my man I think you don't
I'm a suicidal revital, my title's homicidal
So many niggaz will die when I write my recital
They don't understand that I gotta plan for the klan
The area nation, white caucasian
I'm sick of all the bullshit I'd rather be dead
But first I better put a bullet in your head instead
They said that everything I said was a lie
But if you go and kill the fetus you cry
But the wicked shit will never die
18) Narration 3
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
And it ain't his fuckin' fault you lit your head on fire and you went insane over the shit
19) Silicone
You wanna be dead nigga?
Yeah you, you wanna be dead?
Now how you lie, 'cause I'll kill you
Yeah I'll kill ya
Lord for bid, I do a bid
I never bid on a suckas life
And if I did, it'd be a jacknife
I'm out to kill a clone
Nigga be actin' silicone, still it's on, still it's on
In my darkest hour, I clock the glock
Death is certain, life is not
I got 13 ways, less than 7 days
To change my wicked ways before I'm off to an early grave
One more is drug related, another body murdered premeditated
Fallen victim to what I stated
You don't understand me 'cause I'm dyslexic
My styles come sick as anarexic
I don't sing church songs but bust shot guns
At ministers 'cause I can't trust none
Break out the skull and bones
Here comes the ill ass nigga with the 3 5 7 chrome
And it goes on in my maggot brain
I remain insane to bring the pain with the migrane
Niggaz with breasts I'll snatch yo' heart out 'cho chest
And stand like a 'cano possesed as I finish 'em
Your silicone leaks, nigga
Nigga, silicone
All I hear is your screams
Somebody's screamin' out my name I weigh my uzi on a triple beam
Unload my magazine niggaz can't read me
Red rums all I hear so you wanna bleed me
I pop niggaz like corns, stickin' niggaz like thorns
And I yawns at your funeral while your family mourns
I'm not inclined to sympathize in my mind
I'll be glad when you in a body bag for bed time
You can't afford this, all aboard this
Nighttrain, come and ride the midnight maggot brain
I need some therapy I shot my therapist
He got me pissed, 'cause I'm nothin' but a straight suicidalist
Idiotic, my voodoo's symbotic to a mad man
I'm down to put a slug in an arean
And I'm down for whatever, whenever, however
Is clever whether forever or for never
So don't test one mad motherfucker
If you do, dick sucker, I'm a pop yo silicone
Nigga, silicone
Nigga
My wicked shit is wicked, niggaz bite it when I kick it
But I'm sick with this, it's so ridiculous
I don't believe in God, so it's odd
Everytime I bust ill shit, niggaz screamin' oh my God
I got the G-Lo, I got the kilo
And it's cocked to pop, pop, pop piggity pop pop
And it don't stop it never did
The wicked shit'll never die, I have no alibi for murder, shit
I'm contemplatin' suicide 24 7
And like I told your ass before it ain't no fuckin' heaven
I'm mannick depressed, I'm panicked to never confess
I'm the one that put them slugs in my moma chest
Premeditated, murder's always on my fuckin' mind
Body outlined chalk to walk the flatline
You wanna know what goes on in my maggot brain
It won't stop until the whole world feels my pain
Came in cold dependencies, suicidal tendencies
Mental stress got me beggin' for eternal rest
I must confess to the real, I'm out to kill a clone
I pop tittie niggaz that's silicone
Nigga, silicone
Nigga, nigga, silicone
20) Comerica
[Chorus 4X]
It's time to make another million
[Esham]
I be the insane nigga wit the migraine
Headaches, stressed out, havin million dollar doubts
Nigga wonder, and my blind like Stevie Wonder
This system try to take me under
My whole team pop scallions
No more triple beam dreams or amphetamines
I got a problem wit the FBI
I'm always like fuck 'em, muthafuck 'em
I made a millionaire dollars, and got the fuck outta Detroit
Niggas hate me there, they wanna kill me
Playa haters can't feel me
I'm underground, so check the sound
You won't catch me on your radio dial
So fuck that shit, and bump this shit
If you ain't wit this shit, suck a fat dick
You all broke ass, ho ass, never get no cash
[Chorus 4X]
[Esham]
Hold up, wait a minute
Your radio ain't shit if my tape ain't in it
So now I'm going all out
And I'mma smoke on the dance, til I fall out
You can't stop my flow, hell no
If you'se a ho, you gots to go
Street politician, connection wit chickens
The Night Before Christmas, pop Charles Dickens
Can't nobody do it like me, I'm the incredible Bruce Wayne
Please, last of the red hot blooded MC's
Nigga nigga what, smack ya bitch booty while I'm bustin a nut
My flow is ill like a virus
My words speak out to a thug like Cyrus
Kidnap ya mind, then hold it for ransom
The murder I wrote, is a suicide note, and
[Chorus]
21) Lola Falana
In these times of hurt and pain
We need a remedy to take us from the rain
A little hunger, a little greed
I been thinking 'bout what I need
I need a freak to hold me tight
I need a freak everyday and every night
I need a freak, someone like you
I need a freak cause freaks are people too
I need a freak to suck my dick
I need a freak baby, muthafuck a trick
I need a freak, my own private hoe
I need a freak to work that pussy fast and slow
I need a freak, my baby doll
I need a freak when I'm ridin' 7 Mile
I need a freak, someone like you
I need a freak cause freaks are people too
I need a freak to get me served
I need a freak to calm my nerves
I need a freak to roll my weed
I need a freak, that's what I need
I need a freak
I need a freak
I need a freak
I need a freak
22) Nervous
Nervous breakdown
Stress build-up
Um
And I'm paranoid
Skitsofrantic
I just think I'm God
I know I'm God
I'm God
I'm stressed out like a mu'fucka, hand on my heata
I told my bitch to get the fuck on, I don't need her
My mind on my money cause it's comin' up short
I just left court on child support
A witness to a murda but I will not tell
Cause most of my niggas in the county jail
Amphetamines make me fiend to stack cream
Niggas on my team be gone off scalene
My hair fallin' out, it's turnin' gray cause I'm stressed
The police want me dead and a warrant for my arrest
I can't do nothin' plus the IRS
Know my telephone numba and my home address
This nigga wanna murda me, the bitches say they hate me
My heart been feelin like it bust on me lately
I'm gone in this muthafucka mind on loid
The simple situations in life, I can't avoid
Niggas out the murda me
Cause they never heard of me
America's most playa hated and under rated
Simply stated, niggas hate it, they wanna test
Homie been accused of playa hatin' so confess
Oh my, know why, these niggas hate me so much
It's cause I can't be touched
I'm diabolical sinister
Man I murda ya minister
When is the narcotic
Reel Life Product
And I'm stressed out
Just gone
Stop steamin and lookin' hard
Stop, stop, stop steamin and lookin' hard
Just gone
Just gone
And I'm stressed out now
Stop steamin and lookin' hard
Stop, stop, stop steamin and lookin' hard
23) Panic Attack
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
Bitch!
24) Everyone
[Talking]
Killas
Everyone's a killa now-a day
Killas
Let me tell you about some killa shit
Yo, everyone's a killa
The first time killas made an attempt on my life
It was all about some money, it was funny
So I laughed, blood bathed it off
That bastard's soft
Grab my pistol, I'm shootin' missiles
Here's how you can be a super rap star and people try to kill you too
It's funny like that when you rap about death
The shit really follows you like every other breath
Watch ya step, a thousand black crows fly through the sky
I hear voices in my head, everyone must die
Why? I dunno, shot another rapper wit' the .44
What the fuck fo'?
Deep in my psychosis lives this ferocious monster
That just wants to crush, grab guns, squeeze triggas, bullets bust
Still can't get enough, what a rush
Blood stains soak the plush
Carpet, oh shit
Brain matter all over the room scattered
Killas don't talk but stalk the streets
I'm a complete cannibal, cookin' ya dead meat
The Seventh Sign, walk da flatline
Forever through time, eternally out my mind
While you keep tryin' to save souls from dyin'
And Hell is still hot and muthafuckas still fryin'
And I ain't lyin' about abortion
'Cuz you can 'KKKill the Fetus' and still hear ya baby cryin'
(Chorus)
Everyone...must...die (Everyone must die) [8x]
Everyone must die, I have no excuses for mental abuses
My uzi is useless without the clip in it
Deep inside the darkness I slowly slip in it
Murder by the minute, true confessions of a Smith and Wesson
Livin' in Detroit all my life caused me to 'Mental Stress' and
'Panic Attack' and manic depression
Blastin' any assassin, askin' no questions
Murder for hire, my guns won't retire, you'll forever feel the fire
Your desire to die collides with my obsession to just let slugs fly
Why must I live like this?
Blood stains on the floor from my slit wrists
Suicidalist, mental poisionest, the flow grows slow into a dark Lotus
'Dead Flowerz' in the 'Midnight Hour'
All people kill for the powder of power
Whichever comes first before the guns burst
Life indepentent or the back of a hearse
What's worse than a wicked rhyme I disperse?
Shells from a gun as I yell and curse
Shells from a gun as I yell and curse
The shells from a gun as I yell and curse
(Chorus)
25) Migraine Headache (w/ICP)
I cant go to sleep at night migraine headache
Just like the exorcist my whole bed shakes
What I'm tryin to do now is make the dead wake
Real life psychopathic nuthin ever sayin fake
Watch the blood drip down the walls
Take 23 Tylenols the voices yellin from down the hall
I'm losin it mental abusin it my car crashed when i was cruisin it
Cus I dropped my Mountain Dew's in it
My radio is blastin I blew a fuse in it
Cops tellin me to pull over I'm refusin it
Try to scoop me in a scoozie im usin it
For murder I be choosin it bet I be abusin it
The whole game I fidda reeap yo im usin it
Too many fusin it im just double schoolin it
I'm crazy coolin it showin you how I'm doin it
Panic attack could ruin this attackin on the lunatic
Migraine headache migraine headache
You mother fucker
Migrane head ache migraine headache
headache headache headache headache
Sufferin I need some aspirin and I'm bufferin
Comin out the coma off of 17
Saw my purple bitch its its the aroma murder diploma
Perverse (ICP bitch and this aint even our verse)
Push a hurse dream about my funeral
483 an IV or the pill I swallow
If you wanna follow me walk the bloody trail
And fuck you if you don't wanna see my soul in Heaven or Hell
Tell your momma about the drama the wicked ass karma
360 billion mile like the suicide bomber
Your mamma get it strait meditate and stay sedated
Another way to better state it as I stay medicated
Migraine headache migraine headache
You mother fucker
Migraine headache migraine headache
You mother fucker
Please don't cripple me up, for the love of God
Please don't cripple me up
Headache headache headache headache
Headache headache headache headache
Wicked when we kick it you don't dig it you can lick it
Don't forget it and admit it ho the wicked shit is ours
Chickens and you bigots you aunt with us cuz you sick us
You can stick it lick it prick it fuck it suck a dick for hours
Pounding pumping banging and thumping
Got a migraine and it hurts a little something
Is Esham satanic?
Fuck that shit! I am!
I'm Satan bitch! Triple 6 god damn !
Likin fuckin magic witch craft all out
Shut your mouth dammit cuz my dick might slip out
Me and Shaggy murder bag ladys and faggots
Fuckin braggin as we garbage baggin 'em for the maggots
Its raining these diamonds and happys my mood
Im like a fat kid eatin pizza bout to watch Pay Per View
Dont fuck with me now its another migraine
Sometimes these diamonds are fallin' sometimes Acid RAIN
Wicked when we kick it you don't dig it you can lick it
Don't forget it and admit it ho the wicked shit is ours
Chickens and you bigots you ain't with us cuz you sick us
You can stick it lick it prick it fuck it suck a dick for hours
Migraine headache migraine headache
You mother fucker
Migrane head ache migraine headache
headache headache headache headache
Reel Life
Psychopathic
ICP and Esham
Soopa Villains
SOOPA VILLAINS!
26) La La La
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
So many snakes spittin' venom, speakin' my name in vein
Knowin' my claim to fame is this game I slang
Through the storm and rain, shotgun thunderin' pain
Tell me, am I to blame if I blow out your brains?
Give me one good reason I should not be squeezin'
On every bitch ass nigga like you cause it's bitch ass nigga like you siezin'
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
That they gotta die for anotha shady record deal
Who am I? The pretty boy, the city boy
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?
Pressure can bust a pipe but I will not break
Forget the type of shit where you can't relate
The world on my shoulda hold down the weight
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
Or, or sniffin' flakes
For, for sellin' cakes
Or, or sniffin' flakes
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
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
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
For, for, for, for, for, for sellin' cakes
27) How Do I Plead to Homicide?
6 in the mornin police at my door
Dead body on the floor from the night before
I caught a murder rap cus i bust a cap in a door
Left a body stinkin on the bathroom floor
Out the back door cops seen who done it
One homicide now one thats wanted
APB 187 now suspects on the flee
6 in the mornin its a homi-c-i-d-e
They said her body's mutilated cant get ID
Cuz I shot her in the face and took a hammer and bust out her teeth
Now I'm on the run with a gun and a sledge hammer
Thinkin to myself i be damned if im in the slammer
Ran down a dead end street here comes the heat
Next thing you know i got my face in the concrete
Now I got a court date on my way upstate
Prosecutin attorney waitin for my fate
30 questions are asked and 30 questions ill answer
And as the judge and jury looks on how do I plead to homicide
As I approached the bench my shakles dragged across the floor
(Where were you on the night in question) at the liquor store
They wanted me to tell the truth and nuthin but the truth
Ill tell the truth only if you got proof
They asked me this they asked me that
They switched the stuff up and asked the same shit right back
But I got my shit together I'm to clever
(Have you ever worshipped the devil nope never?)
I said it once I said it twice I said it three times
And then they pulled my file and found all sorts of crimes
The victims parents thought the cops should've killed me
They asked me how do I plead I said not guilty
They gettin angry they wanna hang me
They called me the devil and threw holy water on me
Order in the court its gettin outta hand
They got an eye witness and she's bout to take the stand
Now I start to panic the truth and my lies collide
How do I plead to homicide
The eye witness took the stand she said she saw me burnin candles
Then she heard a shot and saw my hand with the hammers handle
They seen blood and guts and called the cops on me
And when they came brain fragments all over the room
The judge and jury lookin at me like guilty
They one jumped up and said (Lock up the filthy bastard!)
God damn can I get a god damn break
How much shit can one black man take
But the judge is black and the jury too
All of 'em lookin at you know who
They asked me why did I do it I said fuck you
Show me a throat and I'ma cut through
They said the killing was a satanic ritual
Then they called me a sick individual
I dropped my head and tried to plead insanity
As you can see he's a threat to humanity
With no emotion in my face I saw her family cry
And since I'm guilty that's how I'm pleadin to homicide
28) P-P-P-Pow! (w/ ICP)
You're too cocky
Muther fuckers try to play us like we somethin more mysterious
But we be doin wicked shit and murderin these super heroes
P-P-P-POW with the wicked shit p-p-p-pow
Wicked wild wicked wicked wild p-p-p-pow, no doubt
P-p-p-pow its the truest p-p-p-pow
Who in Soopa Villians illin p-p-p-pow
P-p-p-pow I'ma blow your mouth all the way out
So when somebody stand behind you they can look out your mouth
P-p-p-pow time to make another million
P-p-p-pow purple pushin bubble stealin
P-p-p-pow show me murder I'ma show thee the cause
That PCP be havin me I'm breakin laws in my drawers
P-p-p-pow boogie woogie bang bang dont stop
P-p-p-pow in sync when the glock go pop
P-p-p-pow dead body boys rollin along
I brings it home and my momma help me bury the bones
P-p-p-pow you cant stop me now I'm out on the prowl
P-p-p-pow to the judge if I'm ever on trial
P-p-p-pow I'ma snatch your fuckin kidney out your stomach
Make you vomit hit the tonic like sonic and get demonic baby
You cant play me
You cant play me bitch
You cant play me
You cant play me bitch
Muther fuckers try to play us like we somethin more mysterious
But we be doin wicked shit and murderin these super heroes
P-P-P-POW with the wicked shit p-p-p-pow
Wicked wild wicked wicked wild p-p-p-pow, no doubt
Muther fuckers try to play us like we somethin more mysterious
But we be doin wicked shit and murderin these super heroes
P-P-P-POW with the wicked shit p-p-p-pow
Wicked wild wicked wicked wild p-p-p-pow, no doubt
P-p-p-pow if you dress up like Osama Bin Laden
P-p-p-pow to them days when niggas was picken cotton
P-p-p-pow spittin voodoo on a roller coaster look at me now
Esham and J we thought you knew like you supposed to baby wow
P-p-p-pow make your body rottin p-p-p-pow
For plottin to put your ass out the gate forever forgotten
P-p-p-pow tongue black, eyes red cause we walk with the dead
And if we hit your probably pissed we take a piece of your head
P-p-p-pow my styles big bad wolf blow your house down
P-p-p-pow Acid rain on the whole underground
P-p-p-pow Soopa Villians on the East Side im reppin the West
Im in the vest but I would push you with the coushins to bed
Blowin on the neighborhood coosh
Because its the best shit smoked by the whole damn crew
P-p-p-pow where Monoxide rollin around
We pickin Rudy up in Purple Prince and Pacy parkin P-p-p-p-pow
You cant play me
You cant play me bitch
You cant play me
You cant play me bitch
Now let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin
These niggas still trippin, bitch still lickin dick in
I slipped another clip in you step to me I'm rippin
Bullets your flesh rippin your bloody body be trippin
See back in Detroit I be like always dippin
Sound with Psychopathic and I'm still transistin
I'm pullin to your cranium you non exsistent
My gat be on fire like the horse from Detroit Pistons
Muther fuckers try to play us like we somethin more mysterious
But we be doin wicked shit and murderin these super heroes
P-P-P-POW with the wicked shit p-p-p-pow
Wicked wild wicked wicked wild p-p-p-pow, no doubt
Muther fuckers try to play us like we somethin more mysterious
But we be doin wicked shit and murderin these super heroes
P-P-P-POW with the wicked shit p-p-p-pow
Wicked wild wicked wicked wild p-p-p-pow, no doubt
29) Redemption
Oh my god you came into my life
And turned my world around
I was lost I couldn't see my sight
So I couldn't find my home
So you know I've smoked some weed
And took some pills and even sniffed some blow
And so I repent
Cuz all the blessings I've received I know that heavens sent
I never knew when I spit this shit
That every rapper in the world be on some wicked shit
Its like the first time I hit this shit
Say you get the shit but wont admit the shit
You saw me shine the sun lit this shit
On my knees at night askin should I quit this shit
When i first started we were total opposites
I took a stand so you can see all the hypocrites
Salvation for all of my sins through Jesus sacrifices
We live in wicked nation
I'm sayin Amen! cuz I don't wanna die
Its all about redemption
Everything I did and what I said
Its all about redemption
If we can forgive we can forget
Its all about redemption
It was him the devil in disguise
With a gun standin right before my eyes
He wanted my life
The wicked shit I speak was never meant for the weak
I'm runnin out of time
Goin out of my mind dodgin demons in the streets
God please give me a sign
Inherit the earth only the children of the meek
So if you really wanna see my soul in hell
This spittin wicked shit I told the golden tale
My conscious catchin heat its gettin old and stale
Its hard to embrace when I hold this hell
If you walk the bloody trail then bring your holy grail
The devil went after my soul but god closed the cell
Even though the wicked shit knows me well
You wont find me on the wagon when it goes to hell
Believe me hell is lonely
Believe me I was there my soul was spared
And don't nobody know me
And only he cares that's why I'm there
Its raining diamonds
Redemption (Redemption)
Everything I did and what I said
Its all about redemption (redemption)
If we can forgive we can forget
Its all about redemption
Its all about redemption |
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