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Midnight's the witches hour and outside
Somebody played the Reel Life Product tape and suicide
to save a soul it can't be done
Unholy to the Son Of Satan, I the one
Congradulations brothas and who pray for me
Some for me and still prayed for me
Some say my rhyme is Satanic, it'll make ya vomit, and I
I'm the shit when it comes to it, just suin' it do it
poet
Ya I blow it
If ya ever heard me
For the first
Hear, it's a hurricane
Stunnin' Novicane
and plain
Reel Life is insane
Ya with the wrong one
to the song's done
Fuck and be on the wrong end of a gun son
Ya to insanity
But just a man in me
I I'm Esham and you said how can it be?
I'm a automatic
Reel Product pro static, fuck it
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I'm the U-N-H-O-L-Y better as Esham
Champs or
Step up and get punk
Playin' around with me is like with a rattlesnake
I shake and and break the fake
Reel Life grim
A skitsofrantic muthafucka lookin dim
R-E-A-L
A P-R-O-D to the
Life Product's what I spit, I very seldom yell
The record sella's suckin' sell
I have the of the devil, the body of Lucifer
a mic and watch me get loose for ya
It's a that suicide the way
homocide
I anotha day I lied
I said I was the
Cause a told me
The U-N-H-O-L-Y is a brotha soul see
And sink down in the goddamn
I'm not Satanic so fuck yall
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