1.Kkkill The Fetus
2.As I Rock-n-roll
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 you'll die from reel life like fire
The unholy witch and his bag of tricks
Step aside from the best and catch the hex
To come so check the index
Of your bible made ya prepare me for my title
The u-n-holy, like ya told me
Brothas under estimated and don't know me
This is a prophecy that's bound to come true
In mind, it's in your mind, out ya mind, ya mind blew
Some more than ease start prayin' to stop these
Poisonous lyrics of death and diesease
Can't freeze, i think below but still flow
Suckas are scared, i'm gettin' paid off the devil
I'ma use it, kinda confuse it
Never abuse it, cuz it's that music
It's that head bangin' acid rap
Unholy's back to bust yo' ear drum with the wicket track
Take the tack, to break the back to back the fact
I rock the house whether white or black
So if i sold the soul to rock the gold
To jam the jam with a mic in my hand, you're like damn
There that brotha go enough to smother another
And make 'em suffer cuz it's no other
Than the acid rap, i'll never pass it or gas it
All i ask is that you play it as a flow
To a rhythm that makes 'em break out into a sweat
I'm solid as sadam hussein, i gotta check
3.Red Rum
4.Fallen Angel
I was an unplanned pregnant, brought forth by a mistake
Go on into a world, filled up wit lust a hate
Little do i know about life, but i'm still learnin
First i'mma journey through hell, without burnin
Livin in the ghetto, the devil is now a black man
I saw him standin in the corner wit the crack man
Little do i know, this hell is now my home
Since birth the peace i blown, is now gone
Like the death, days passed, i'm still growin
Death is my fate, and this hell but never knowin
When, but how do i survive without sin
But thou shall not kill was my first
Then i broke off ten commandments, i guess i'm doomed to go to
hell
But i'm already there, so tell another tale
From the dark side of myself, i'm entangled
Between heaven and hell, the fallen angel
＂aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!＂
18 years passed, never knew about love
The sky is fallin, so i fell from the heavens above
Product of ya sins, my father, i never knew him
Call the exorcist, cuz the devil done got to him
Voodoo child, son of bitch, a bastard
Sold my soul, and now i'm the master
My mother sings the blues, and drinks the booze
And then she praise to save my soul from bad news
Tears fall, i hear my mother call on the lord
Tonight i be playin in my room, on the ouija boards
Screamim red rum at the top of my lungs
When i close my eyes, visions of bodies bein hung
Death was my destiny, life was a test to me
Livin inside, my owns sins'll blast for me
Death awaits inside myself, i'm entangled
Between heaven and hell, the fallen angel
As my soul gets deep into darkness can i be saved
My life flash before my eyes in many ways
I saw me in my earlier days, in wicked ways
Cross my heart, and hope to die, is on my grave
Written on my tombstone, rest in peace
Ridin body in the ground, as the maggots feast
You see i live so fast, but died so young
Another victim of another one, drinkin his red rum
I'm fallin from the heavens and i'm on my way
To meet my maker, the undertaker, cuz now is judgment day
My soul is hot, and my body is all rotten
Another angel falls from the heaven, forgotten
Without a clue, nobody knew, the knowledge to teach me
Cuz a, fuck the teacher and fuck the preacher
As my soul empiric's inside myself, i'm entangled
And outcast from the heavens, so i'm a fallen angel
5.Thinking To Myself
Well i was thinkin to myself, how could i get mental
And drop a wicked track over a funky instrumental
I rhyme for the mind then in time you will find
The seven sign of death, and i am the seventh sign
The crew is like a devil, but the devil is the crew
It's not what you know, it's only what you proof
Some ask me many questions and wonder my religion
I'm losin my religion, that answer's your decision
Blacks killin blacks, seems to be the new tray
Thought shall not diss esham, that's a sin
My favorite number 666, so guess again
And if you feel the need to pray, say amen
The drum is wicked, i think i heard him kick it
This beat is like a pussy to me, so i'mma dick it
I'm some like dr. jeckyl, but more like mr. hyde
Some people heard my rap, now they commitin suicide
Now tell me is that crazy, like rosemary's baby
I don't give a fuck, so your death didn't phase me
Some call me a psychotic, i'm more like a narcotic
My poetry's a riot, and i'm down wit mill like product
The answer's to your questions, might off to make ya vomit
So therefore when you ask me, i'm supposed to say 'no comment'
I'm feelin rather splendin, some people i've offended
But you bought my record, it wasn't recommended
I'm in the top ten, amen, esham the unholy, so here we go again
No bloops, no bleeps, no blunders, no blurs
My style is unisex, for his and hers
Someone to ride my topics, unholy like i drop it
For suckers like you, i keep my pistol in my pocket
So please no disruptions, or rude interruptions
There will be a penalty for bitin what i'm bustin
So please understand, that i'm the fuckin man
Some people hear my music and they think i should be banned
One for the treble, two for the devil
Three for your grave that i dug wit the shovel
I'm runnin down the line and say a funky rhyme
Some more wicket shit for the very last time
I'm not the from old school and new school grade
I dropped outta school, sixteen and got paid
I'm glockin crazy dollars while ya fly girlie hollas
I got much game, don't need no rope around my collar
I treat a bitch like a ho, a ho like a freak
Then i daze, in amaze, by the way i speak
I'mma say what i wanna say in any fuckin kinda way
Half you fuckas out there, don't even know the time or day
6.Dumb Bitch
Bitch, ho, stink booty freak
You bound to get busy, all you need is every week
Hotel, motel, go and get the loot cuz i know you so well
Bitch young nasty, nasty young bitch
Twitchin ass still tryin to switch
A bucket full of nut, thinkin put some on the butt
But you don't give a fuck, cuz you know you is a slut
To the yellow freak, freaky deak, fuckin niggas every week
Bound to get a pink of loose, bitch
Let me a pink gin and crack corn, and i don't care
Jimmy got shawn, and that ain't fair
You wanna get my dough, be a ho
And then you gotta fuck the crew
(no, no) bitch, decide and play
And if you wanna be grown, i'mma fuck you underage
Say you under weight, nothin to say
But damn, he ain't shit
It's all about bitches, hoes, case closed
You wanna get busy, take off your clothes
And i'mma show you how i operate
The devil's in your suit, so you best to bait
I got a finger in your pussy and my dick in your mouth
Ticklin ya tassels, turnin ya out
You say you don't dick, bitch that's bull
You'se lickin on my balls, tryin to talk wit ya mouth full
Now you wanna front wit ya smelly cunt
But when i come over ya house, you know what i want
Don't give me no lip, cuz i'mma done on your tits
And when i leave your house, you say it ain't shit
7.Morty's Theme
Usin my inhibitions, callin my intuitions
Something's goin on if i'm feelin not superstitious
I'm vicious, i'm trapped inside the paradox
When my thoughts get twisted like some dreadlocks
I never or ever wondered 'bout the voodoo
I sing the voodoo, and now my deepest fears is comin through
I never loved ya, but i hate ya isle
How could i love you, how, because i hate you know
So when you, i take you under, wit the wicked men
And wit the wickedness, i make a preacher slit his fuckin wrist
No comin near me, when i'm thinkin this
Cuz when i'm thinkin this, i'm thinkin suicidalist, uh
So back up off me, bust a brain sale, i bust a brain cell
I fall asleep and dream about hell
Some wonder why i'm even callin ya
The sky is fallin y'all, but after all it's my deepest feeling
Morty (nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide)
Morty (how you gon hide from the fears inside)
Can't decode dependencies, suicidal tendencies
Brain your melt down, street lobotomy
Claustrophobia, locked in the pine box
Now i lay me down to sleep, six feet deep
Closed casket, just another basket case
Not a mannequin, but a mad man, so you panic kid
Run from it, everybody scared, so you're callin out
Buckshots, shotgun blast, now you fallin out
Everybody hide from the deepest fears inside
Watch me and my man morty take you on a murder ride
Suicide symptoms of the sanity, i'm blankin out
Polly want a cracker, but i'm never ever crankin out
Call me dr. frankenstein, dead bodies thinkin i'm
Gonna get, wit ya, when i hit ya, i'mma slit ya
Nobody can hold me, other safe is clear
Buried alive in the pine box is my deepest fear
It's ever so clear, my deepest fear is to hit the screens
The sounds of a madman, embattled in morty's theme
I dream, and nightmares come true, simply voodoo
Hallucinatin visions of killin you
The thought of even thinkin that, i think i need a drink
In fact i think i need some therapy cuz ain't nobody helpin me
Since i got no excuses, for mental abuses, i'm losin faith
My only fear is to love instead of hate you
Born and bred, gone dead, my mind bled
Every time the holy bible was read
To say that i love consciousness, and wound up wit wicked ways
Think about voodoo dolls, runnin wild on my last days
Spit wit morty, my shorty, no ventriloquist
Esham the unholy, straight suicidalist
8.Black Orchid
What's up honey？ don't mind me askin, but how your ass been？
And fuck that chatty nigga, if he's a has been
I got twenty, cuz i'm good and plenty
To get the dollars, get the dick, if you gettin any
You gotta work that pussy fast, work that pussy slow
It don't matter cuz these bitches know i got the phatter dough
Ain't no trick, but i gotta trick dick like hoodini
I want ya fine ass on my dick like the genie
Grant my wishes, blow your hugs and kisses in the wind
G-string up ya ass, all i see is pussy skin
And nigs don't know about my titty bar ho
She be dancin til the break of dawn wit no panties on
Dough, lickin her lips, her pussy smells on my fingertips
She's ill, i think i fucked her wit the dollar bill
For real, her titties, look so ferm, i might burn
If i run up in her raw, wit the super sperm
She got a
Work that pussy fast, work that pussy slow
Work that muthafucka, outta baller's cash flow
Something surprise me about your eyes
They make my dick rise, and then your ass got me hypnotized
Watch you put dollars up ya pussy, ho
They make my dick swoll, and you the reason why these niggas
roll
Big cash flow, watch your ass ho
Pussy for days, got nigs, runnin thru a maze
Gotta funny way of lookin at me, know i wanna skeez ya
Then i got the other pussy, put it in the freezer
Dollar strapped around you leg, on the rubber band
I know deep down you could never love a move
Only the money, go to get yours, at all cost
Pussy ain't nothin, but a way to take a lost
I gotta let these hoes know, that i ain't no trick
I'm just a nigga wit a dick, and a mind that's sick
So pull your panties to your knees, cuz i aim to please
I bet that pussy get hot, like a hundred degrees, when you
I see the way every nigga is scopin, hopin
He can get a change at your kinda romance
Every nigga in the house, got one thing on they mind
Seein the back of your head, watchin that ass from behind
Tell me somethin, if you wasn't workin at this club
Would you be lookin at me like you was fuckin me
Or better yet be duckin me
I don't want anything from you, you don't nothing from me
If this was back in the day, you be fuckin for free
I sit and daze and reminisce on how i used to bone her
I told the waitress to rush over another corona
I give the bitch a hundred dollars just to dance on my lap
I tell the dj slow it down, cuz this bitch is all that
I want the time to go slow, and my dough even slower
I wanna fuck ya pussy, but i don't even know her
I can't go out like the next man
God damn, bitch, do you know who the fuck i am, gotta
9.Outcha Atmosphere
10.Midnight Hour
11.Price On Ya Head
＊ originally on natas ＂multikillionaire＂
Now as i speak the wicket poetry that got you all scared of me
Blasphemy, i'm sacrilegious nigga, don't you ever forget this
When i hit the scene, i'm the number one murder suspect, suicide
I'm yellin out die, die, die, die, you layin down while ya momma
cry
Did it ever occur to you, i sold my soul, i will never fold
Niggas ain't nuthin but a bunch of hoes, thinkin that don't
nobody know
Hey nigga, i want you dead, bloody murder, never restin
I know killas that's adolescent, jet by murder to be desperate
If you ain't prepared to die nigga
Don't play the game of death, that i'm playin
Cuz the niggas i know is prayin, wit ak in they hayin
Say, i want that nigga dead, three times in the dark, while i'm
rappin
And before this song is over, watch my demons go cap 'em
I want that nigga dead, there's a price on ya head
You say you want that nigga dead, because you hate his fuckin
guts
He always talkin that hole ass shit about you, thinkin you ain't
got no nuts
Is you ever gonna show that nigga that you ain't scared of his
ass
Is you down to blast in the broad daylight without your ski mask
It went down, so fuck it fast, you drop the gun out ya hand
You shot a man, he was screamin, he was bloody, so you ran
So now you paranoid, so now you paranoid, so people you avoid
Suicidal, smokin on them dead flowerz, destroy, nigga
You better run for your life, that's all you can do
Cuz i know what they gon' say, when they catch up wit you,
they'll say
See they want me dead so much, these voices in my head won't let
me rest
Razor blade inside my mouth, i'm carvin nottas in ya chest
Tell your preacher, i'mma kill 'em, cuz they ain't no way to
stop me
You can't hurt me, if you squirt me, i won't die, even if you
pop me
Think you wit h-o-l-y, and i sing that murder lullabye
So when another die, don't blame the devil, blame that other guy
We all live on this planet, babies born and seein
So niggas commit suicide as soon as i begin
Unholy, unholy, you don't know me, but you owe me
You soul, nigga roll, go outta control
Cuz if they catch you, they gon' stretch you
And i bet you they will let you bite a check
Wit ya mouth through ya asshole
12.Watch Ya Back
Well where i stay its like basehead heaven
Brothers clock dollars 24-7
Some get caught and some don't
Some'll make big money, some won't
Some bite the bullet the hard way
Brothers play the game of death but don't know how to play
Money in ya pocket can't roll cause you're square
Livin day to day is a black man's dare
Money things and jealousy's a big parta life
You thought you was the man till they stabbed you with a knife
They took ya whole stack for a piece crack
Brothas don't know how to act, watch ya back
(chorus)
They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back
They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back
They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back
They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back
Grow up in the ghetto actin savage
When junkies smoked dope and murder was average
How could you cope in the city of dope
Young brotha hangin from a tree by a rope
Ya sellin pound to pound earnin nothin but a name
In the streets ya got fame, but the chilla all the same
Flashin cash and thinkin you're on top
But you fell to the bottom when the gun went pop
A brotha who's nothin will always have nothin thats a fact
People don't know how to act, watch ya back
(chorus)
Walkin down the street around 12 at night
Tryin to sell rocks but ain't a base head in sight
One pops up from outta nowhere
And then another and another and another
Shoulda watcha back like a soldier
I told ya
They're gonna getcha brotha
(chorus)
13.What
14.Comerica
It's time to make another million
I be the insane nigga wit the migraine
Headaches, stressed out, havin million dollar doubts
Nigga wonder, and my blind like stevie wonder
This system try to take me under
My whole team pop scallions
No more triple beam dreams or amphetamines
I got a problem wit the fbi
I'm always like fuck 'em, muthafuck 'em
I made a millionaire dollars, and got the fuck outta detroit
Niggas hate me there, they wanna kill me
Playa haters can't feel me
I'm underground, so check the sound
You won't catch me on your radio dial
So fuck that shit, and bump this shit
If you ain't wit this shit, suck a fat dick
You all broke ass, ho ass, never get no cash
Hold up, wait a minute
Your radio ain't shit if my tape ain't in it
So now i'm going all out
And i'mma smoke on the dance, til i fall out
You can't stop my flow, hell no
If you'se a ho, you gots to go
Street politician, connection wit chickens
The night before christmas, pop charles dickens
Can't nobody do it like me, i'm the incredible bruce wayne
Please, last of the red hot blooded mc's
Nigga nigga what, smack ya bitch booty while i'm bustin a nut
My flow is ill like a virus
My words speak out to a thug like cyrus
Kidnap ya mind, then hold it for ransom
The murder i wrote, is a suicide note, and
15.Suffer The Consequences
Nineteen ninety nigga sick, fbi all on my dick
Life or death, if i had to pick
Rather be safe and sound like dj quik
You might see me smashin ghost, 8-5-0
Cuz i move twenty pictures back in '94
A bitch ain't shit if she out for dough
Reach back like a pimp, slap the ho
Niggas' niggas go to jail, and tell the dirt in the streets
I'mma make my pitbulls eat bloody in meat
Police wanna see a nigga face defeat
Watch the shit get bloody, next time we meet, nigga
Suffer the consequences
Suffer the consequence
I'm always a witness to some type of crime
The city i live in'll make ya lose ya mind
If you see a drive-by, act like ya blind
If you tell on me, that ass is mine
My nigga got caught, wit a half on the third
Heard he singin to the feds like a mockingbird
Niggas' niggas got to kill him, that's all i heard
Next day is bloody body, got smoke like herb
Police askin questions, plus the irs
Know my telephone number, and my home address
Momma wonderin how can my baby be involved in this mess
From ill street politics i got mental stress, i'ma
Police raid my house and found 18 chickens
Threw my bitch on the floor, and still screamin and kickin
Six in the mornin was the time of the of the stickin
Heard nigga don't move and shotguns clickin
Hundred g's in my safe but i came up short
They only said i only had ten when i went to court
Plus i got two warrants of child support
Ever seen a baller fall, nigga ain't no joke
They say they got a witness, who a testify
On conspiracy, and murder wit no alibi
I'm thinkin to myself, damn, i wish they all day
25, wit an ill nigga, bound to cry, so i
16.Monkey Mix
It's like one to the two and 313
I say, what, what, w-h-a-t
Put yo' hands where my eyes can see
Feelin' lovely, simpley bubbley
Can't we, cop a oz and stay free？
Invisible, so you can't see me
Feelin' iry, no envy
Got a pocket full of money cuz i'm slangin' that d
Watch me twirk it, baby
I see you work it, lady
Watch me twirk it, baby
I see you work it, baby(4x)
Well i be the navigator on this navigation
I stay aviation through out the whole nation
Mc's got a bad case of perpatration
All those playin' out the word player hater
You must be a player to be player hated
So don't even state it if you can't regulate it
Yeah, i made it, you know them boys get faded
Mo' chedda, chedda, cuz nobody does it better
With a guchi sweater make it better but i like it sweater
Straight to the bar, 7-up and armaretta
Get me what you got, i need a double shot
And if you got a fat monkey girl, baby, baby, baby, baby make it
pop
Watch me twirk it, baby
I see you work it, lady
Watch me twirk it, baby
I see you work it baby(4x)
You gotta twirk that, work that
Let me squirt that
Tearin' up the club in the back of kodiak
Triple six mobbin', head bobbin'
Money ain't no probbin', got the girls swingin' like tarzan
For all them suckas want a robbin'
Only black talon slugs that i'm lobbin'
And uh, it might stop, if uh my glock pop
But me uh will not bust off the gun shots
So no need for you to call the cops
If you hear the music to loud up the block
I always gotta mo', so mc's wanna clone
My style, straight out ya zone, like maurice malone
Mo-town, no place like home
Get 'em on, get 'em on, get 'em on, get 'em on
I said, get 'em on
Get 'em on, get 'em on, get 'em on, get 'em on
Watch me twirk it baby
I see you work it lady
Watch me twirk it baby
I see you work it, baby(4x)
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