Lyrics

[Verse 1] It's the, the inventor The wicked ice cold as the winter as niggas enter The dragon, the forty four got my pants saggin' For all the ruckus bring the paddy wagon The terminator, the bitch ass nigga eliminator The suicide contemplator For your delusions I bring wicked disillusions To cause mass confusion I be the, nigga bucka The hood-rat, titty bar, bitch, fucka Got niggas screamin' "What the fuck!" See when I'm down with Lord Maji And we both yellin' die Die nigga, we comin' for ya You wanna fresh style? Lemme show ya Bitch, verbally Ya never heard of the U-N-H-O-L-Y 'Cause I'm hell of a Nigga, what? Watch yo' hoe-ass [Verse 2] I insist, real life suicidalist And for this I'm a white man's terrorist I never miss when I squeeze the chrome in my fist Mob style, I'll make your ass drink a glass of piss High roller, money folder Underground rap radio controller The bone breaker The thug shaker From here to Cleveland, nigga run, run Or catch the dum-dums Dumb-ditty dum, do-wa-ditty Esham, I'm from Detroit city I flip more tactics than acrobatics Doin' hat tricks with prophylactics Unholy, that's what my momma told me Now I do, all my dirt, by my lonely And most niggas wanna kill you when you slangin' ki's I clock dollars while they catch Z's, nigga, what? Nigga what? Nigga [?] This one right here, this one goes out to.....