[Esham] Crazy convict, don't take no shit Since age 13 I was ill legit I had a problem with homicide, crazy ass suicide Sucka mothafuckin pussy dreams
ll beat your ass I don't say, I spray niggaz olay Like a '74, homey don't play Down on the east side, my name is Esham Rollin' through your hood, and
One time, I'm fina blow ya mind, I'm fina flow I'm the unholy a.k.a. Esham if ya don't know Like to rub and dub when I'm in the club Let your girl do
"Today boys and girls we have a special speaker in the house tonight And he's gonna teach you about life and death" I was born a God damn failure Dropped
what you doing But it feels so good, you think you're screwin' You feel something tingle As you giggle, and start to wiggle, but still single Playin' that Esham
[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
E is on the microphone I had to make it funky once again for my opponent I left the stage fulla blood stains 'cause I was on it The U-N-H-O-L-Y, Esham
[Esham] All night everyday [Heather Hunter] I can give you whatchu need [Esham] All night everyday [Heather Hunter] Beats keep bumpin' 'round my way [Esham
"Uhh... all of my life real serious... check this out... yo" All of my life I need a husband, boy, you need a wife And so lets make it right I'm
[CHOURS] [Lady signing] Au Revoir!,[man sing] Why is it so hard to say good bye [Lady] Bye, Bye [ESHAM] Why oh why is it so hard to say goodbye my lord
Mafia, DJ Eazy B and Los. This worlds so cold I'm a let you know You can't get away with trying to steal my flow [esham pushin the beat with his
your block and popped a crack addict Speakin' in tounges since I was young. I tote a uzi Professional hitman, pop you and your floozie Who's he? Esham
Inn Bitch bring a friend And if she ain't fuckin then leave her ass home(take yo ass home) Cuz she ain't gettin nothin but the thuggish ruggish bone I'm gone [Esham
[Esham] I know this bitch who like to suck on dick I call the hoe magic cause she's a trick Now this bitch I knew fucked my buddy Even though the pussy
[Chorus: Esham w/ kids] (Paper....Gotta have that Paper...) Gotta..Gotta Gotta Have that Paper..Paper (Paper....Gotta have that Paper...) (Paper....Gotta
Well as I rock-n-roll and sell yo' soul No sell out but still sold out a funky drummer I'll roll out and must hold out Until 1999 when my people expire
the van, bout the murda ride And strive, when we collide ya better be somewhere inside Keep screamin fo yo life can't look a demon in the eye [Esham]
"Assholes, bastards, fucking cunts, and pricks" The black devils back and gotta step into the mix The brand new rhymes and the 6 6 6 I shipwreck shit
