Some Ol' Wicked Shit!!!!

(Chorus) Some ol wicked shit Some ol wicked shit Some ol wicked shit Some ol wicked shit Midnight's the witches hour and you're outside Somebody played the Reel Life Product tape and committed suicide Tried to save a soul it can't be done Unholy to the Son Of Satan, I ain't the one Congradulations brothas and sistas who pray for me Some slaved for me and still prayed for me Some say my rhyme is Satanic, it'll make ya vomit, and I admit I'm the shit when it comes down to it, just suin' it do it Unholy poet Ya mind I blow it If ya ever heard me rhyme For the first time Hear, it's like a hurricane Stunnin' like Novicane Simple and plain Reel Life Product is insane Ya fuckin' with the wrong one Listen to the song's done Fuck around and be on the wrong end of a gun son Ya listenin' to insanity But that's just a 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 (Chorus x2) I'm the U-N-H-O-L-Y better known as Esham Champs or 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 Reel Life Product's grim A skitsofrantic muthafucka features lookin dim R-E-A-L L-I-F-E A P-I-O-D to the U-C-T Reel Life Product's what I spit, I very seldom yell The record sella's suckin' dope sell I have the mind of the devil, the body of Lucifer Gimme a mic and watch me get loose for ya It's a muthafucka that suicide the way Anotha homocide I live anotha day I lied I said I was the Unholy Cause a preacha told me The U-N-H-O-L-Y is a brotha with soul see And sink down in the goddamn screechas I'm not Satanic so fuck yall bitches (Chorus x2)