Esham 666
"Assholes, bastards, f..cking cunts, and pricks" The black devils back and gotta step into the mix The brand new rhymes and the 6 6 6 I shipwreck shit, shit gets wrecked When I hit the set what the f..ck you expect? PO be a motherfuckin' but a two timin' bitch I'm not a crossover, don't plan to switch I rob the rhythm like I was a witch Nine dead bodies throw 'em in the ditch You wanna try me out to come and test my style I'll cut 'cha head off and throw it in the pile I'm versatile, the voodoo child Don't sweat the technique, but peep the tech style Gettin' wicked 'cause I'm raisin' hell Doin' just as well to bust a brain cell The unholy, shup, man 6 6 6 and a mic in my hand (CHORUS)(repeated) 6 6 6 and a mic in my hand 6 6 6 and a mic in myyyyy hand The U-N-H-O-L-Y flow for the track Cut your head off and f..ck you so I know where you're heads at Might slip n slide yo and if it's not a wet one After I bust my nut on George Jetson And leave no doubts I'll put my foot up in your ass and kick your f..ckin' pussy out I'm not a romantic, I leave 'em panting I'm a psychotic, lunatic, pschitsophrantic I gotta tattoo of a dick on my foot So when I kick you in your ass I'll be f..ckin' you up too Roll wit me, roll wit me If I chopped off your head the police'll come and get me I gotta ax for all the new jacks When I swing I know where your heads at (CHORUS) I'm the mister with the musical mad shit Mannick depressant, but it's still kinda bad shit I can get funky too Or break me a good car like a honkey too But I'm no white boy I'll slit your throat in the middle of the night, boy Killers don't talk, but stalk the streets I'm like a cannibal cookin' some dead meat I'm down with RLP 25 preachers in a church couldn't save me I roll like a maniac Some say I'm insane for that, rap brainiac Listen to the funky drummer Or listen to the screams of the victims of Jeffrey Dahmer Plus you don't understand You can't kill a dead man (CHORUS) (repeat) 6 6 6 (CHORUS)
