My 9 Rhymes

[VERSE 1] Born broke, beat up, and always hungry Never thought I'd turn into a criminal, if anything Running from the cops like Al Capone Going Rambo on them suckers like Sly Stallone Got a gat in my pants like it's part of my belt Suckers scared like butter so they start to melt I'm staying solid like concrete In Detroit's streets What a rich man throws away is what a poor man eats When I was 5 my mind started to blow up Told my teacher I wanted to be like Hitler when I grow up When I was 7 disregarded the laws of Heaven I went to church on Sunday and I cussed out The Reverend When I was 10 I started committing sin Witchcraft and Voodoo with needles and pins When I became an adolescent I never learned my lesson Putting holes in motherfuckers with a fucking Smith & Wesson A homicidal, vital recital Esham's my title I know my shit is def and I know you want to bite, oh But no don't do it You'll be just a carbon copy Esham is original and everybody else is sloppy But chill, I kill I'm sweet like Sugar Hill Not your average, everyday, elementary, run-of-the-mill Motherfucker get it straight I don't battle, that's for suckers You wish you was down with Reel Life Products Ain't that right brother I don't bullshit No need to pull shit You pull some shit And you'll be full of bullets and shit Brother think I'm bluffing Pull my bluff and get fucked up and stuff It's time for me to shut up cause I really said enough