Word After Word

Im not a atheist... Oh, he let me grow up in the mother f**king ghetto Thanks for nothin' mother f**ker thats for real One of the ten commandments is thow shall not kill Tell that mother f**ker with the gun in my face And get shot in the back Or should I run from this place Thats an act of insanity, "please no profanity" Says the radio, but f**k you I'm a do what I wanna do I'm just tellin facts 'cause blacks are killin blacks Nigga stepped on my shoe and I shot him in the back Aint no thang gotta gang you'll all get shot too Once I sqeeze the trigga your crew is through Think Im bluffin then try me Today you'll all die see I got a bullet for you and your posse I dont bullshit, no need to talk shit The fuse is in your a*shole and you just lit it To live is evil, evils to live, you learn that Put it in your holy bible and burn that [chorus] Words that you hearin Niggas are fearin Apearence so grewsome niggas are disapearin Put up your fist, what is this I got a mack 11 once I sqeeze the trigga your in hell or heaven I aint waitin' around for no bodies to be found Bullet to the head leave another nigga dead You gotta be suicidal to f**k with a homicidal brother Suffocated under a pillow intended to smother Helldays death nights, midnights the witches hour Damion's your maker and he loves a blood shower It's time to die, so bye bye, you betta cry, nah You betta run or somthing 'cause its do or die If you need an a*s kickin, kickin in your rib cage You was a good one it read on your obituary page Call me a ho them's fightin words As im reciting words s*ckers are rewritin my words Its simple and plain to see Plain and simple to see That I'm Esham and I'm great You's a s*cker but wait This is just the style that I'm using Confusing the s*ckers 'cause they stupid mother f**kers [chorus] Words from the lyrical To save me's a miracle If anything I never thought Id turn in to a criminal So here I go once again, when I rhyme I sin Niggas commit suicide as soon as I begin Misled, another nigga dead See I love the sight of blood 'cause my favorite colors red Im smashin s*ckers crashin s*ckers dreams And when it's Esham you start to scream Im hard like concrete, funky like pigs feet Nigga get crazy and you'll be under six feet Verse after verse it just get's worse Another s*cker reherse but first