Lyrics

[Intro: Violent J] That ain't happenin' Well (Pop pop) Muthafuckas tryin' to kill me and shit, out here (Pop) Well (Pop pop) [Verse: Violent J] Ten years ago, a friend of mine Spit somethin' called acid rap Rapped about the darkest shit I ever done heard I swear I never heard of nuttin' like that (Woo) (Well) Just a kid alone on the microphone Rappin' these boomin' words from hell Sellin' tapes out his trunk for a couple of months But soon ghetto millionaires crown well (Well) Esham Smith and his brother James Banned outta half the state With a brand new style called the wicked shit Sellin' faster than the shit could be made (Well) What's Esham like? Is he really like that? Is Oshay really a natural born killa? With them it's okay all day, with Esham no way 'Cause his shit be soundin' way realla He does the Devil shit, do you believe in God? It's the story of Esham The Unholy And if you askin' me, how the fuck I know? Because the motherfucker just told me, biatch!