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Born beat up and hungry
thought I'd turn into a criminal if anything

Runnin from the cops Al Capone

Goin on them mother fuckers like Sly Stallone

Got a gat in my like its part of my belt

Suckers like butter so they start to melt

I stand silent concrete in Detroits streets
What a man throws away is what a poor man eats
When i was 5 my mind to blow

Told my i want to be like Hitler when i grow up
When i was 7 disregarded the laws of

When i was 10 i started sin
I went to on Sunday and i cussed out the reverand

When i became an adolescent i never learned my
Witchcraft and with needles and pins

Puttin holes in mother fuckers with a smith and wesson

A homicidal vital recital Esham my
I know my shit is and i know you want a bite oh

But no do it you'll be just a carbon copy

Esham is original and everyone is sloppy
Still i kill im sweet like Sugar

Not your average everyday elemantry run of the

Mother fucker get it strait i dont battle thats for

You wish you was down with Reel Life Product aint that right
I dont no need to bullshit

You pull some shit and be pullin bullets n shit

Brother think im pull me bluff and get fucked up and

Its time for me to shut up cus i said enough