(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)