Born broke, beat up and always honked at
Gimme an uzi and you suckas get the fuck back
I'll bust your mind like a watermelon
And as you listen you'll find your brain swellin'I'll go ooo so solo who so
Deads compare themselves with death die
Don't ask why, my styles uncopiable
Some try but they just too sloppy so
Thou shall not come closer'Cause all the suckas who bite'll blow up like an explosive
I'll stamp a pentagram dead on your forehead
And as soon as ya say a lyric your dead
X marks the spot where your body fallsThen I'll grab your soul and roll 'cause my duty calls
So all you suckas get the fuck out my way
When I drop the mic you'll say, homie, don't playThe U N H O L Y, hell of a helly
I'm like the Devil in your body, writin' bite me on your belly
Like 'The Exorcist', the Devil's groove keeps flowin'
Turn out the lights and my body starts glowin'In neon that's 'cause I'ma pee on reality
The U N H O L Y
There's a lotta evil minds but only one devil
Of the dog turnin' back on what 'cha get
But don't forget I hit like no other
You see my rhyme is like a pillow, it's made to smotherTry to diss me, I'ma murder ya, I never heard ya
A son of a gunner and I'ma kill a everyone a ya
Somethin' you've never seen, put you in a guillotineThe psycho labeled me as a killer teen
When I drop the mic your parents pray
Get the fuck out my way 'cause homey don't playBreak out the Holy Water, as I slaughter
Better change your last name 'cause I'm goin' in alphabetical order
And it won't stop 'cause I won't stop
With the tick, tick, a tick, tick, a tick, tock , a tick tockCan't you get it through your head
That it can't get no defer 'cause my lyrics already dead?
Hopin', wishin', prayin', someday I'll stop what I'm sayin'
But I can't, it seems like I'm possessed with somethin'The U N H O L Y, keep my mind jumpin'
Get up, get down to the rhythm of death
Suckas thinkin' I'm takin' a break
Them suckas fallin' every time I lose my a breathBut still, I don't stop to the beat
One time, one rhyme and I still blew your mind
Every time I drop the mic I bet everybody say
Homie don't fuckin' playEvery time I kick shit, it's labeled as wicked shit
Don't try to bullshit 'cause I'll fill you with bullets and shit
Rappin' with my red head, some say my brains dead
Mockin' what I'm rockin' then you're sayin' what insane saidSuckas are suicidal, unholy is homicidal
I'm comin' inside your mind and I'm takin' your title
You wanna be me but suckas can't see me
'Cause I'm a ghostwriter, funky, funky freshNot unless I get my point across
My illin' and illin's what I have to do
If you bite my lyrics, I'm coming after you
Not physically but mentally, rockin' instrumentallyIf you listen too hard, it might kill instantly
I can get in doubly until I see your mind work
You're thinkin' so hard, you're fake, me 'cause your mind hurt
When you pass out you'll have to say
Get outta that nigga way, man" 'cause homie don't play
Songwriters
Esham SmithPublished by
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