Lyrics

[Intro] Okay, hold on, do it again... Like you or I would believe in God They believe in... in Satan And some officers don't believe it It's just ghost stories to them I, myself, have personally seen cases It's not only a local problem, for a small department, such as mine It's a national problem [Verse: Esham] Come and deal with the real, the devil packs steel like this Plus, I'm a suicidalist God bless the child, who gets Buckwild With the wicked style, terror in the aisles Livin' kinda foul, actin' kinda foul Yeah, I'm kinda foul y'all, foul ball Run from the gun if I do ya then you're done If it didn't do ya done, sawed off shotgun Radio fuck 'em, cause I said fuck 'em If I see the DJ, buck, buck, buck 'em Unholy, unholy, unholy what up? When I nut up, nigga shut up Funky's gettin' cut up, into little chunks Put ya dead body in the trunk with the funk Sister Mary, Sister Mary, why your pussy so hairy? Gimme that hot Bloody Mary Esham black devil, with a gun Run nigga run, run nigga run I'll choke ya, provoke ya, my brother Suffocated under a pillow intended to smother The son of Satan's just waitin' to be done in But I got ya all runnin'! [Outro] Runnin' from the devil They're not all liars, they're all not making it up They're not all crazy, they're not all psychotic Something's going on here Hello, suicide hotline I just cut up my wife and my kids I need to talk to somebody Hold please What's going..hey If you would like to make a call, please hang up and try again If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator Oh, I'ma kill myself