[Esham]
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Well I was thinkin to myself, how could I get mental
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And drop a wicked track over a funky instrumental
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I rhyme for the mind then in time you will find
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The seven sign of death, and I am the seventh sign
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The crew is like a devil, but the devil is the crew
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It's not what you know, it's only what you proof
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Some ask me many questions and wonder my religion
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I'm losin my religion, that answer's your decision
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Blacks killin blacks, seems to be the new tray
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Thought shall not diss Esham, that's a sin
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My favorite number 666, so guess again
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And if you feel the need to pray, say amen
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The drum is wicked, I think I heard him kick it
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This beat is like a pussy to me, so I'mma dick it
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I'm some like Dr. Jeckyl, but more like Mr. Hyde
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Some people heard my rap, now they commitin suicide
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Now tell me is that crazy, like Rosemary's baby
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I don't give a fuck, so your death didn't phase me
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Some call me a psychotic, I'm more like a narcotic
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My poetry's a riot, and I'm down wit mill like product
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The answer's to your questions, might off to make ya vomit
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So therefore when you ask me, I'm supposed to say 'no comment'
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I'm feelin rather splendin, some people I've offended
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But you bought my record, it wasn't recommended
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I'm in the top ten, amen, Esham the Unholy, so here we go again
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No bloops, no bleeps, no blunders, no blurs
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My style is unisex, for his and hers
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Someone to ride my topics, unholy like I drop it
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For suckers like you, I keep my pistol in my pocket
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So please no disruptions, or rude interruptions
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There will be a penalty for bitin what I'm bustin
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So please understand, that I'm the fuckin man
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Some people hear my music and they think I should be banned
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[various talk and samples]
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[Esham]
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One for the treble, two for the devil
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Three for your grave that I dug wit the shovel
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I'm runnin down the line and say a funky rhyme
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Some more wicket shit for the very last time
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I'm not the from old school and new school grade
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I dropped outta school, sixteen and got paid
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I'm glockin crazy dollars while ya fly girlie hollas
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I got much game, don't need no rope around my collar
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I treat a bitch like a ho, a ho like a freak
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Then I daze, in amaze, by the way I speak
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I'mma say what I wanna say in any fuckin kinda way
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Half you fuckas out there, don't even know the time or day
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Thinking to Myself
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Esham |