(CHORUS) Some old shit old wicket shit (for you) Some old wicket (for you)
Midnight's the hour And your Somebody played a Reel Life Product And suicide Tryin to save ya soul it be done to the son of satan, I aint the one Congratulations and sistaz who prayed for me Some slayed for me and pray for me say my rhyme's satanic it'll make ya vomit And I think I'm the when it comes down to it You knew it and know it, poet, your mind I'll blow it If you ever heard me rhyme for the first It is like a hurricane, you like novicane Simple and plain, Life Product is insane fuckin with the wrong one Listen till the song's Fuck around and be on the end of a gun son Your listenin to insanity, but that's just me I say I'm and you said how can it be psycho-pathic, auto-matic Reel Life Product, pro-static, it.
(CHORUS) Some old wicket Some old shit (for you) Some old wicket Some old shit (for you) old wicket shit Some old wicket
I'm the better known as Esham Champs and chumps step up and get punk Playin around with me is like with a rattlesnake I and bake and break the fake E-S-H-A-M I'm him not one of Reel Product's grim A phsychofrantic motherfuckaz future's dim A R-E-A-L a L-I-F-E a to the U-C-T Reel Life Product's what I our very seldom yelled ____________________________dope we I have the of the devil, the body of lucifer Gimme a mic and me get loose for ya Convince a that suicide's the way Another homicide, I'll another day I lied I said I was the unholy, 'cause a told me The U-N-H-O-L-Y is a brotha soul see written down in the god damn scriptures Im not satanic, so fuck bitches.
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Holy god, fuck the Here come Reel Life and the devil's groove You cant move, you as well tape it And listen, and listen it's your favorite The are smokin, niggaz chokin I'm provokin, no jokin, motherfuckers I get off the mic and shut up forever But a dream that'll never come true, never I'm insane, it's hard to my mentallity If you keep listenin you'll have a wicket it.
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is my song (for you) This is my (for you) is my song (for you) This is my (for you)