4 All The Suicidalist

[VERSE 1] Listen cause this is the sound of a crucifix The U-N-H-O-L-Y is now in the looser mix Unholy is inside of me so I get homicitis The unholy poetry is for all the Suicidalists I'm just another brother from D-E-T-R-O-I-T I pack a Smith & Wesson cause I don't know Karate I ain't no punk nigga, pulling triggers is my thing though Give myself an afro, never sported a Kangol Niggas I strangle, they don't wanna tangle Fuck a priest cause I mash and mangle I'm taking it to the top, I'm making 'em drop They thinking I'm not I'm shaking 'em, baking 'em, kicking 'em, sticking 'em And always keep hitting 'em Until I get rid of them, I'm picking up the microphone To kick the funky D-O-P-E, E is on the microphone I had to make it funky once again for my opponent I left the stage full of blood stains cause I was on it The U-N-H-O-L-Y: Esham, you never knew I Could kick it so wicked, inflict pain, do I? Of the U-N-H-O-L-Y, hell I kick a lot of titles But this is for all the Suicidalists "My father was a priest, cold blooded, he's dead" "Then heard the demon screamin' as his body bled" "My father was a priest, cold blooded, he's dead" "Poured on the holy water, 'bless the dead' is what I said" [VERSE 2] Some say I'm the son of Satan, but they're relatin' Bodily harm, some waitin' for the storm That I bring when I sing, it's a gathering of people The U-N-H-O-L-Y so check out the evil Knievel, not his [???] that the wicked poetry funk Esham's the soul that I'm projecting huh? I'm like a deadly disease, three hundred and sixty degrees Of the U-N-H-O-L-Y so fall to your knees Death is all around, the sounds'll pound down And drive you insane, until it busts your brain I'm a head banger, a Acid Rap singer Coming on stage putting up my middle finger Saying "fuck it" and grabbing my balls All the MC's in the house got shit in their drawers Cause I'm the scarer, a one man terror So never compare a sucker with me cause I run 'em like mascara So no need, to tell you my title cause you know what my title is This is for all the Suicidalists "I looked into her eyes and she was scared as hell" "A homicidal maniac with suicidal tendencies" "Dreaming of the people I dismantle" "To stop her nerves from jumping I just cut her to bits" [VERSE 3] Death is the penalty if you're ever caught biting me Some say I'm insane but it's my split personality The groove is just wicked, it's wicked so it makes me shake I thought this time I'd make a rhyme and do what it takes To suckers trying to copycat I'll have to get my gat And bust you in the head for trying to steal my Acid Rap Esham's here just for this verse The U-N-H-O-L-Y rocks it much worse Rock and roll, heavy metal hip hopster Word After Word 'til the break of dawn, brother Fucking A, as I play To the rhythm that I just kicked today, I'm going to sway And keep on kicking it for the ones who buy this The needle's on the wax for all the Suicidalists "I'm a ho so I do it like a G.O." "I just educate minds to reality" "Oh shit damn that's a no-no" "So you weak ass hoes keep dreaming"