[Verse 1: Razzaq]
I'm hangin' like scrotum sacks, doin' drive-bys in Cadillacs
Smokin' n***as while they smokin' buddha sacks
N***as gettin' wet up like stamps
I'm blowin' out brains as quick as I'm blowin' out amps
It's like nasty ass no good hookers
I got bullets rippin' through car doors, amps & subwoofers
When I was a little boy drinkin' Hi-Cs
I was murderin' Capricorns, Libras and Pisces
I sees my neighborhood sewed up, hold up
Got slowed up, enemies get dropped for showed up
Pitbulls gets blown up with no delay
I blew away my next door neighbor's Bouvier
Careless, juicin' motherfuckers like spare ribs
In Detroit stickin' up stores owned by Arabs
Before I was born twice, from knowledge to torn
I smoked a n***a for blowin' his horn
Chaotic, never nervous
Smokin' a n***a of the Internal Revenue Service
Watchin' n***as I know be flipping keys
I be flippin' on motherfuckers at Mickey D's

[Interlude: Razzaq]
Deep, deep below, through the muck and the snow
Fear is found below, through the muck and the snow
[Verse 2: Esham]
Woke up sweatin' bullets, my vision is Brillo
Sleep with the .357 up under my pillow
I have dreams of bullets comin' up at me in my direction
Tied down to the bed for my own protection
Institutionalized, I metamorphosize
Into Jesus, tied down and I'm crucified
The devil burns me, holy water makes my skin blister
He slit my wrist 'cause I'm a Suicidalist
I seen many faces of death, head men don't sing no songs
No singin' at my funeral, visions of my burial
Closed Casket, six feet, born dead at birth
How much is my life worth, if I'm under the Earth
Psychiatric treatment, therapeutic, help me dispute it
It's coincidental what goes on in my mental
I have cravins' of black ravens on my tombstone
So you can sleep if you can
I'm havin' dreams of a dead man

[Interlude: Esham]
Dead men don't sing
Dead men do dream
About bein' alive
You know, all the way live

[Verse 3: Dice]
Word is born, then I storm
With the wickedness, come get with this
Deranged n***a with the 12-gauge
I be jackin' all you n***as while I'm mackin', yeah
Too many styles I have like a crab on my nuts
I scratch like maestro with cuts
But nobody knows my style so I don't give 'em no time
To learn 'em, bitches I burn 'em with syphilis
I kill your mama and your mistress, don't dis this
The Dice is in this bitch so don't miss this
'Cause I be freestylin', wildin' like a mongoose
Fuck with the rhyme I got more juice than O.J. Simpson
No glimpsin', bad n***a, rough n***a, rhyme n***a
Fuck around with me I'll pull my rhyme trigger
Oh shit RLPs comin' down with that old school shit
James, suck my dick, hey yo Dice is in this joint now
And it's fucked up, nobody knows about bein' fucked up
But when I want to get stupid I get lazy
Bitches be suckin' my dick and I nut in their mouth crazy
So check it out baby I Swayze like Patrick
Fuck around with me, I'm fuckin' fat bitches on mattresses
Who wanna fuck with the team, Esham the Unholy, Dice and the...
[Outro: Razzaq]
Insane, gore Razzaq Rahim
As the sky turns grey
N***as roam through the night
As the rain fall upon us
Lightning strikes like a bullet to the temple
The fog gets thicker, RAAARGH!
Mothers screams for their life or death
Breaths is tooken, by another man
At war! We're at WAAAAARRR!