my 9 rhymes lyrics

Born beat up and always hungry
Never thought I'd turn into a criminal if anything


Runnin from the cops like Al Capone

Goin Rambo on them mother fuckers like Sly Stallone

Got a gat in my pants like its part of my belt

Suckers scared like butter so they start to melt


I stand silent like concrete in Detroits streets
What a rich man throws away is what a poor man eats
When i was 5 my mind start to blow


Told my teacher i want to be like Hitler when i grow up
When i was 7 disregarded the laws of heaven


When i was 10 i started commiting sin
I went to church on Sunday and i cussed out the reverand



When i became an adolescent i never learned my lesson
Witchcraft and voodoo with needles and pins

Puttin holes in mother fuckers with a fuckin smith and wesson

A homicidal vital recital Esham my title
I know my shit is deaf and i know you want a bite oh



But no dont do it you'll be just a carbon copy

Esham is original and everyone else is sloppy
Still i kill im sweet like Sugar Hill

Not your average everyday elemantry run of the mill

Mother fucker get it strait i dont battle thats for suckers


You wish you was down with Reel Life Product aint that right brothers
I dont bullshit no need to bullshit

You pull some shit and you'll be pullin bullets n shit

Brother think im bluffin pull me bluff and get fucked up and

Its time for me to shut up cus i really said enough