Im not a atheist...
Oh, he let me grow up in the mother f**ing ghetto
Thanks for nothin' mother f**er thats for real
One of the ten commandments is thow shall not k**
Tell that mother f**er with the gun in my face
And get shot in the back
Or should I run from this place
Thats an act of insanity, "please no profanity"
Says the radio, but f** you
I'm a do what I wanna do
I'm just tellin facts 'cause blacks are k**in blacks
n***a stepped on my shoe and I shot him in the back
Aint no thang gotta gang you'll all get shot too
Once I sqeeze the trigga your crew is through
Think Im bluffin then try me
Today you'll all die see
I got a bullet for you and your posse
I dont bullsh**, no need to talk sh**
The fuse is in your a**hole and you just lit it
To live is evil, evils to live, you learn that
Put it in your holy bible and burn that
[chorus]
Words that you hearin
n***as are fearin
Apearence so grewsome n***as are disapearin
Put up your fist, what is this
I got a mack 11 once I sqeeze the trigga your in hell or heaven
I aint waitin' around for no bodies to be found
Bullet to the head leave another n***a dead
You gotta be suicidal to f** with a homicidal brother
Suffocated under a pillow intended to smother
Helldays d**h nights, midnights the witches hour
Damion's your maker and he loves a blood shower
It's time to die, so bye bye, you betta cry, nah
You betta run or somthing 'cause its do or die
If you need an a** kickin, kickin in your rib cage
You was a good one it read on your obituary page
Call me a ho them's fightin words
As im reciting words s**ers are rewritin my words
Its simple and plain to see
Plain and simple to see
That I'm Esham and I'm great
You's a s**er but wait
This is just the style that I'm using
Confusing the s**ers
'cause they stupid mother f**ers
[chorus]
Words from the lyrical
To save me's a miracle
If anything I never thought Id turn in to a criminal
So here I go once again, when I rhyme I sin
n***as commit suicide as soon as I begin
Misled, another n***a dead
See I love the sight of blood 'cause my favorite colors red
Im smashin s**ers crashin s**ers dreams
And when it's Esham you start to scream
Im hard like concrete, funky like pigs feet
n***a get crazy and you'll be under six feet
Verse after verse it just get's worse
Another s**er reherse but first