[Verse 1]
It's the...
The inventor, the wicked ice cold as the winter
As n***as enter
The dragon, the 44 got my pants saggin'
For all the ruckus bring the paddy wagon
The terminator, the bitch ass n***a eliminator
The suicide contemplator
For your delusions I bring wicked disillusions
To cause mass confusion
I be the, n***a bucka, the hood-rat, titty bar bitch fucka
Got n***as screamin' "What the fuck!", see when
I'm down with Lord Maji, and we both yellin' die
Die n***a, we comin' for ya
You wanna fresh style? Lemme show ya
Bitch, verbally ya never heard of the
U-N-H-O-L-Y 'cause I'm hell of a...
N***a, WHAT

[Verse 2]
I insist, real life suicidalist
And for this I'm a white man's terrorist
I never miss when I squeeze the chrome in my fist
Mob style, I'll make your ass drink a glass of piss
High roller, money folder
Underground rap radio controller
The bone breaker, the thug shaker
From here to Cleveland, n***a run run
Or catch the dum-dums
Dumb-ditty dum, do-wa-ditty
Esham, I'm from Detroit city
I flip more tactics than acrobatics
Doin' hat tricks with prophylactics
Unholy, that's what my momma told me
Now I do, all my dirt, by my lonely
And most n***as wanna kill you when you slangin' ki's
I clock dollars while they catch Z's
N***a, WHAT
N***a what...

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