Lyrics

[Hook] Some ol' wicketshit! (For you) Some ol' wicketshit! (For you) Some ol' wicketshit! (For you) Some ol' wicketshit! (For you) [Verse 1] Midnight's the Witches Hour and you're outside Somebody played the Reel Life Product tape and committed suicide Tryin' to save your soul, it can't be done Unholy to the son of Satan, I ain't the one Congratulations brothers and sisters who prayed for me Some slayed for me and still pray for me I made a rhyme Satanic, it'll make you vomit And I think I'm the shit, when it comes down to it You knew it and know it, Satan's poet, your mind I'll blow it If you ever heard me rhyme for the first time Hear, it's like a hurricane, stun you like Novocain Simple and plain, Reel Life Products is insane You're fuckin' with the wrong one, listen 'til the song's done Fuck around and be on the wrong end of a gun, son You're listening to insanity, but that's just the man in me I said I'm Esham and you said "How can it be?" I'm a psychopathic, automatic Reel Life Product, pro-static, fuck it! [Hook] Some ol' wicketshit! (For you) Some ol' wicketshit! (For you) Some ol' wicketshit! (For you) Some ol' wicketshit! (For you) [Verse 2] I'm the automatic, funky motherfucker named Esham Champs and chumps, step up and get some punk Playin' around with me is like playin' with a rattlesnake I shake, and bake, and break the fake E-S-H-A-M, I'm him, not one of them, Reel Life Product's grim A schizophrenic motherfucker future's lookin' dim A R-E-A-L, a L-I-F-E A P-R-O-D to the U-C-T Reel Life Product's what I spelled out, very seldom yell Some record sellin' suckers, dope we sell I have the mind of the Devil, the body of Lucifer Give me a mic and watch me get loose for ya Convince a motherfucker that suicide's the way Another homicide, I'll live another day, I lied I said I was the Unholy, 'cause the preacher told me Livin' in Hell all my life and the Devil molded me Into his own image, read the Scriptures I'm Satanic, fuck y'all bitches, fuck it! [Hook] Some ol' wicketshit! (For you) Some ol' wicketshit! (For you) Some ol' wicketshit! (For you) Some ol' wicketshit! (For you) [Verse 3] Holy God, fuck the joys Here comes Reel Life Products and the Devil's noise You can't escape it, you might as well tape it And listen, and listen until it's your favorite The speakers are smokin', niggas chokin' I'm provokin', no jokin', motherfuckers hopin' That I get off the mic and shut up forever But that's a dream that'll never come true, never I'm insane, it's hard to maintain my mentality If you keep listenin' you'll have the Devil's personality, fuck it! [Hook] Some ol' wicketshit! (For you) Some ol' wicketshit! (For you) Fuck it! Some ol' wicketshit! (For you) Dance with mine! Some ol' wicketshit! (For you) [Outro] This is my song! (For you) This is my song! (For you) ([?]) This is-this is-this-this is-this is-thi-this is my song! (For you) This is my song! (For you) This is my song! (For you) This is my song! (For you) This is my song!