My 9 Rhymes

Born beat up and always hungry Never thought I'd turn into a criminal if anything Runnin from the cops like Al Capone Goin Rambo on them mother f**kers like Sly Stallone Got a gat in my pants like its part of my belt s*ckers scared like butter so they start to melt I stand silent like concrete in Detroits streets What a rich man throws away is what a poor man eats When i was 5 my mind start to blow Told my teacher i want to be like Hitler when i grow up When i was 7 disregarded the laws of heaven When i was 10 i started commiting sin I went to church on Sunday and i cussed out the reverand When i became an adolescent i never learned my lesson Witchcraft and voodoo with needles and pins Puttin holes in mother f**kers with a f**kin smith and wesson A homicidal vital recital Esham my title I know my shit is deaf and i know you want a bite oh But no dont do it you'll be just a carbon copy Esham is original and everyone else is sloppy Still i kill im sweet like Sugar Hill Not your average everyday elemantry run of the mill Mother f**ker get it strait i dont battle thats for s*ckers You wish you was down with Reel Life Product aint that right brothers I dont bullshit no need to bullshit You pull some shit and you'll be pullin bullets n shit Brother think im bluffin pull me bluff and get f**ked up and Its time for me to shut up cus i really said enough