What - Esham

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The inventor, the wicked ice cold as the winter

As niggas enter

The dragon, the 44 got my pants saggin'

For all the ruckus bring the paddy wagon

The terminator, the bitch ass nigga eliminator

The suicide contemplator

For your delusions I bring wicked disillusions

To cause mass confusion

I be the nigga bucka, the hood-rat, titty bar bitch fucka

Got niggas screamin' «what the fuck», see when

I’m down with Lord Maji, and we both yellin' die

Die nigga, 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 nigga, WHAT

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, nigga 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

Do hat tricks with prophylactics

Unholy, that’s what my momma told me

Now I do all my dirt by my lonely

And most niggas wanna kill you while you slangin' ki’s

I clock dollars while they catch Z’s

Nigga what

This one right here, this one goes out to…