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Born beat up and hungry
Never thought I'd turn a criminal if anything

Runnin from the cops like Al

Goin Rambo on them mother like Sly Stallone

Got a gat in my like its part of my belt

Suckers scared like so they start to melt

I stand like 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 teacher i want to be Hitler when i grow up
When i was 7 the laws of heaven

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

When i became an i never learned my lesson
Witchcraft and voodoo with needles and

Puttin holes in mother fuckers with a smith and wesson

A homicidal recital Esham my title
I know my shit is deaf and i know you want a oh

But no dont do it be just a carbon copy

Esham is and everyone else is sloppy
Still i im sweet like Sugar Hill

Not your average everyday elemantry run of the

Mother fucker get it strait i dont thats for suckers

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

You pull shit and you'll be pullin bullets n shit

Brother think im bluffin pull me bluff and get up and

Its time for me to shut up cus i said enough