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Acid Lyrics

Album Name : Judgement Day
Release Date : 2008-09-02
Song Duration : 3:30

Esham Acid

The witch jumped on my back
So now it's time for me to rhyme in Acid Rap

A mic attack, so my brain starts to swell up


It's time to turn the volume up and raise the hell up


A microphone overdose, too much dope

Some suckaz choke but I hope they all croak
This is The U-N-H-O-L-Y


No need for applause ''cause I'm hella fly
I picked up the mic and get ya strung out
On that Acid Rap, Like a stamp, you all based out


Once you hit it there's no turnin' back

It's that Acid Hip-Hop Rap that's like crack

I'm gonna hit ya with another fix

So I added the new-improved inside the mix

And ya hunger like a dope fiend, off of what I did

I got you all strung out, on acid



Shoot it, smoke it, sniff it, or just listen to it


Some try to copy my chemistry but can't do it

Can't get the formula right so it's fake dope
Suckaz be ass-bangin' soda with benzol

But I'm a real nigga from the streets of Motown

Where Rock and Roll started, now I'm the hardest artist on the planet

Some can't stand it and take it for granted

But I always recoup and they don't understand it
All in my rays of more ways I daze and faze



And never seem to amaze the one who blazed
The A-C-I-D, AC-DC
Pump it out your system it'll blow up your battery


I'm a hard rock, gunnin' down brothers like Billy the Kid

Do what I did, now you're doin' that acid



You're blind, to the fact I blowin' your mind

Got ya all tryin' to learn my line so hit rewind

The U-N-H-O-L-Y will take it back in time
In due time you'll find I flow time after time


I'm down for mine so stop the bitein'
Heard you tried to sound like me when you was recitein'


Thought it was a reverb of my voice but you're wrong son

I'm the people's choice and it's been like that from day one

I flow like a pro, it takes a life time to know

To bite my style you have to go to first

It gets worse as the verse lies, and attract flies


As I metamorphosize from Jekyll to Hyde
And this is for the suicidalist and Jesus Christ

I met Elvis in hell but who will tell the tale

Of everything that I did

Unless you put it on your tongue, and do that acid



Ya get a rush from the rhythm so even the score
This is a three minute high, or even more


You gotta pump it up to 10 again can I get an amen

It don't stop, until I say when
I'll make you're eardrums bleed for days


Acid Rap, Some treat it like coke and catch the wave

Niggaz be scared to listen some dared but didn't prepare so they can't

Some drop dead and faint

This is The Unholy, preachin' like a reverend
Except when I die I'm not goin' to heaven, yo


Because I write the @#%$ ya sniff

And when I bust on riff ''cause most niggaz can't deal with

What I'm sayin', some be prayin'
The Unholy is here to say that's how it's layin', acid


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