[ESham] Niggaz ain't loyal to the game That's why the dope game is so fucked up now Punk motherfuckers [Verse One] 30 birds, 30 birds all I want is
my birdz and set em free, now how can this be I heard he caught a federal case, caught with more dope in his crib than scarface, talkin to federalies from Detroit
s yours is mine But I need my own You know what I'm sayin' holmes You don't know Cause I don't know So, kick that hey My name's Esham Slit
Let me give you a piece of my mind You will find that I flip like Jeckel and Hyde On a suicide track that I ride in fact, I walk the black lines Of the
In order to make that trip to the future As efficiently as possible There's certain things in the past You'll have to leave in the past I'd rather
Let's take a trip, back into time, as I explain, Things ain't the same, I'm goin' back down memory lane. And as I travel, dirt roads of gravel, Two
for the psycho Alfadiscobeta vinyl Aquadoodoo, rock my voodoo I'm kinda wicked when I kick it thought you knew I get funky in the joint, but what's the point Esham
The witch jumped on my back So now it's time for me to rhyme in Acid Rap A mic attack, so my brain starts to swell up It's time to turn the volume
I lost conciousness and wound up with wicked ways Thinkin' 'bout voodoo dolls Runnin' wild my last days Spent with Morty,my shorty No ventriliquist Esham
