(backround: Esham)
Somebody help me, somebody help me!
(Chorus) - (Psychopathic Screams)
(Esham)
No one hears my screams
I told you my deepest fear
But I'm still having bad dreams
It seems I'm still trapped inside a paradox
Whether you care or not
My infrared plays connect-the-dots
The evil n***a, no n***a could ever figure the style
Commense the body count and the bodies pile
A hundred miles
And me styles never get worn
The Wicket sh**'ll never die
No need to mourn
And s**as stay off my dick I'm never friendly
To go to church, f** Jesus cause it just ain't in me, in me
Lord have mercy, damn its the devil's day
Can I say, wicket n***as come out and play, and hey
I do it for the Suicidalists
And ain't no other n***a suicidal like this, so scream
(Chorus)
(Esham)
Screaming at the top of my lungs
Redrum, redrum, murder one
n***a with the gun, action
Rude boy never hesitate to bust
And f** any motherf**er who ain't down with us
The wicket n***a, the n***a the wicket, coming with the wicketness
And n***as still on my dick for this
A straight suicidal, homicidal brother
Never like another, take a pillow and smother your mother
Run for cover, hide for shelter
n***a I felt'cha
And oh yeah Hellterskkkelter
f** the funk
I'm never down
Me and my nigs don't f** around
I'm strictly underground
I'll take your mama, your daddy and everything you love
And tell your a** their ain't no heaven up above and just scream
(Chorus)
(Esham)
My sh**'s so inconspicuous
It's so ridiculous
n***as lick my style like a dick, eh
But I'm a nut up, cut up, what up
Cut their dick off, and sew their bu*t up
'Cause they're some pussies
b**h get back off my bozack
Cut it loose, my sh**'s triple phat like a goose and
I know you want to say the sh** that make you vomit
I live more Thug Life then on 2pac's stomach
Check the maggot brain theory
n***as can't get near me to hear me
I'm busting off like a sawed off, shotgun
Love, I got none
n***as better run when I co*k with a hot one
I still swallow bullets, spitting them in your face
Cause I love the way gun powder tastes and I just scream
(Chorus)