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the witches hour and you're outside
Somebody played the Life Product tape and committed suicide
to save a soul it can't be done
Unholy to the Son Of Satan, I the one
Congradulations and sistas who pray for me
Some for me and still prayed for me
say my rhyme is Satanic, it'll make ya vomit, and I admit
I'm the shit when it comes to it, just suin' it do it
poet
Ya mind I it
If ya ever heard me
For the time
Hear, like a hurricane
Stunnin' Novicane
Simple and
Reel Product is insane
Ya fuckin' the wrong one
to the song's done
Fuck around and be on the end of a gun son
Ya listenin' to
But just a man in me
I said I'm and you said how can it be?
I'm a psychopathic
Reel Life 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 bake and the fake
Reel Life Product's
A skitsofrantic muthafucka lookin dim
L-I-F-E
A P-R-O-D to the
Reel Product's what I spit, I very seldom yell
The record sella's suckin' sell
I the mind of the devil, the body of Lucifer
a mic and watch me get loose for ya
It's a muthafucka that the way
Anotha
I live day I lied
I said I was the
Cause a preacha me
The U-N-H-O-L-Y is a with soul see
And down in the goddamn screechas
I'm not Satanic so fuck yall
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