My Last Words

Devilish rockin' in hell Mind of a psycho funk I sell The U-N-H-O-L-Y just as well I think I gotta buzz from the quart of Champelle Time to get wicked watch me kick it And I'm a throw it in your face until your sick of it You see the radio won't play my music If I say s*ck my d**k they refuse it f**k the radio now what 'cha wanna do f**k 107.5 and channel 62 f**k the new dance show also "I'm sick of that shit, listen to the hit" And any motherf**ker who doubts me Close your mouth 'cause you don't know shit about me I got a whole new attitude, I still get rude I still kick wicked shit and I ain't changin' shit f**k censorship I say s*ck my d**k Back to back with a ho and a bitch And all y'all s*ckas can s*ck my balls And if I'm goin' to hell, I'm goin' out sayin' f**k y'all (CHORUS)(4x) Yeah I got some last words f**k all y'all Bitches, niggaz, parents, teachers The radio, the church house, and the preacher s*ck my d**k till I die You think I give a f**k if I make your grandma cry Bitch get real, 'cause I'm a get ill Some nigga tryin' to dis me? Now be for real I got the funk I flow, just to f**k ya ho And I'm cold gettin' pus*y 'cause your bitch said so f**k Reverend Night, while I rock the mic Better lock your doors on devil's night 'Cause I'm a crucafix and let loose the mix And for the punks who don't like me let loose my d**k Turn the noise up and watch me tear it up And if ya ain't singin' with me shut the f**k up I'm gonna make ya holler, while I clock big dollars While your bitch is cold screamin' my name, yes y'all For all y'all hopin' for my downfall f**k all y'all (CHORUS) On your FM band, I get banned off the radio dial I get buck wild, now I gotta style That just won't quit And if you don't like it just s*ck my d**k The U-N-H-O-L-Y son of a bitch Cold holdin' my d**k 'cause I'm doin' this shit How this shit be done rappin' son of a gun You said you saw me with the devil, but I ain't the one So try to fess me, or even test me But f**k you and Elvis Presley I'm sick of that dead motherf**ker let him die Everybody always comin' with an alibi Now they say he ain't dead, he livin' in Texas When all the bitches on the planet think I'm s*xist f**k Elvis Presley he can s*ck my nuts yes What he meant to you, I give a f**k less And I don't care about you, her, or him It's long, tall, short, fat E-S-H-A-M And to all the ones that hope for my downfall It'll never happen so f**k all y'all (CHORUS)