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
[esham] 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
many questions and wonder my religion I'm losin' my religion, that answer's your decision Blacks killin' blacks, seems to be the new trend Thou shall not diss Esham
this shit. This is judgement day.. Jesus Christ is black... This is judgement day.. Jesus is white with blond hair, and blue eyes... This is judgement day
Vertaling: Esham. Judgment Day.
"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
'Hey boys and girls today we're gonna play a game What's your name son you look kinda strange, what's your name?' 'They call me the boogieman' Let's
little rock and roll and clock the dough I sell my soul to the preacher's church I ain't with the bullshit, you get your preachin' ass hurt You wanna judge me, when I don't judge
I'm in a devilish mood.. I'm in a devilish mood... You don't understand me, I got a split personality, Showin' you a different side of reality. Late
[Esham] Way back in the day,in 1987 People used to say I wouldn't make it to heaven 1987 was the year of the trick Muthafuckas talkin shit cause they
next time When Esham's on the mic, funky fresh with a sex rhyme sayin' I met this little girlie I met somebody's moma I met this little girlie Only in the day
Devilish rockin' in hell Mind of a psycho funk I sell The U-N-H-O-L-Y just as well I think I gotta buzz from the quart of Champelle Time to get wicked
over and play dead A funky, funky rhyme is what I got A sellout is what I'm not Boomin' words from hell is hot, dissin' me will get you shot Esham affiliate
You wanna know somethin' that makes me sick When people be constantly talkin' 'bout stupid shit Shit like who made rap up I don't give a fuck as long
wax, I spin it back as I melt wax The unwritten, rhymes forbidden, but still hittin' The U-N-H-O-L-Y and I ain't bullshittin' Pray all night and day,
