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Born beat up and always
Never thought I'd turn into a criminal if

Runnin from the like Al Capone

Goin Rambo on them mother fuckers Sly Stallone

Got a gat in my pants like its part of my

scared like butter so they start to melt

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

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

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

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

holes in mother fuckers with a fuckin smith and wesson

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

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

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

Not your average everyday run of the mill

fucker get it strait i dont battle thats for suckers

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

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

Brother think im bluffin me bluff and get fucked up and

Its time for me to up cus i really said enough