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
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, simply bubbly Can't we, cop a oz and
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 [chorus 2x] [esham
* originally on natas "multikillionaire" [esham] Now as I speak the wicket poetry that got you all scared of me Blasphemy, I'm sacrilegious
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
12 in da morning woke up with tha shakes,Cereal killa mista Frosted Flakes, My hands were all bloody and I don't know why,I'm thinkin bout my bitch
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
but after all it's my deepest feeling [Chorus] Morty (nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide) Morty (how you gon hide from the fears inside) [Esham] Can
[Esham] 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
ll beat your ass I don't say, I spray niggaz olay Like a '74, homey don't play Down on the east side, my name is Esham Rollin' through your hood, and
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 [Chorus x2] [Esham
[Esham] 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
[Esham] 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
[Esham] Why did you wake up in the life, in this world we livin Love ain't worth a dime, so then you nothin to give him The baby has no father, he ran
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
[Esham] 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
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!!!!!!!!!!!" [Esham
[Esham] Paranoid, androids, aliens, asteroids Plus I George Jetson through the solar system board Galaxy gladiator, fuck you bitin ass style Still in