Esham

[fox69]

"The D."

"The D."



Sittin down in the rosspot earnin my pay
Gotta get off these bundles and be on my way
But quicker than a nigga could say lets get paid
The Narcles busted in on an early mornin raid
So I kicked out the window jumped the roof next door
Took the money left the war, but I'll get more and more
Cops on my trail tryin to put me in jail
I slipped and I fell, got up and ran like hell
Dropped my gun runnin through this jungle
I ain't tryin to get caught with no bundles
Cops yellin freeze I hear one say there his gun goes
I don't wanna go to the lock-up, the officer picked my glock up
All I heard was sirens and police cars surroundin the block up

I bust a cap and holdin psycho less you know I'm paranoid
Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit
I bust a cap and holdin psycho less you know I'm paranoid
Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit

Runnin down this alley too, a blue Malibu
Sky FOX got me on the Channel Two news
Fuck you is what I'm yellin as I'm bellin, pockets swellin
Fleein and a loon tryin ta hit me with a felon
Caught with possession and attempt to deliver, drug sellin
Survelence saw me servin plaques on the street hellin
Ain't no tellin if somebody snitch or not when you makin nots
All I know is I toss my dope sack police chase me around the block it's hot
I got no choices I turned down a dead end
So I figure I throw my hands up and turn myself in
But then (BANG!) "Damn man you see that cop shoot that unarmed man?"
Damn, bitch shot me

 

[fox69]

"The Devil Gets Funky"

"The Devil Gets Funky"


When I was born broke I was a joke to many
But then I said gimme that respect now your on my jimmy
The Unholy, bumpin out your system
My kinda music'll make ya go get a exorcism
I took a journey in ya mind and then I came out
And when I said I'm out your mind I blew your brain out
Some think I'm voodoo, but still I'm funky like doo doo
Unholy's in the house with the whole kit and kaboodle
Microphone mysterious, some say I'm delirious
But if you bite my rhyme then you'll die and this is serious
The seventh sign of death is the groove so lemme groove ya
My flow is just to funky for you its time for me to move ya soul
The I rock n roll to the next phase
I'll make ya ears bleed blood on the air waves
I think the rythym died, I tried to resurrect it
But if my shit wasn't def then you'd eject it
Disconnect it, uncorrected, as you selected
As the devil gets funky

[CHORUS]
More Bounce... Hold it now, that's PLAYED OUT!
What the fuck is that funky smell?

Now is the Unholy sacrifice
You'll pay the price crucified like Christ on the mic
Some wonder the evil that men do
I dont pretend to, 'cause I'm fin to
Get wicket for the sake of my own soul
Sold my soul to the highest bidda, now I'm finna
Drop juice, or should I say Acid
Get loose and try ta diss you'll getcha ass kicked
I got a knife and I'll cut cha throat
And I'm stabbin any mothafucka who said I wasn't dope
Now you see me, now you dont
Now you wanna be me, I wonder what fo'
Is it 'cause, Esham's far from a fuckin ho
Fuck with me and I'll end up on death row
You'll get broken in just like a pair of slacks
I break ho's, break hearts, and break backs
Killer tracks on wax attack
'cause my mouth is so dirty they wanna wash it with Ajax
My nine rhymes go bang it aint no thang
All ya'll pussies cant hang as the devil gets funky

[CHORUS]
What the fuck is that funky smell?
The devil's just actin' a motherfuckin fool
What the fuck is that funky smell?
The Devil get's funky...

Well as I, get funky in the disco
And take your mind for a spin like Sisco
On stage I'm still packin my pistol
I take all my ho's to the Bristol
My Acid Rap ya gonna smoke it like cocaine
And if ya dont really like it aint no thang
I made this for my homies aint shit changed
Just the price on the bird and the Night Train
Ya say blind milly chilly got glasses
I got 20/20 vision just to peep out the asses
In the house for the nineteen nine O's
And my crew is fuckin nothin but fine ho's
So when you see us better give up the monkey
'cause I'ma get in that ass and let the devil get funky

What the fuck is that funky smell?
The Devil get's funky...

 

[fox69]

"The Eulogy"

"The Eulogy"



We are gathered here today, On this sorrowful occasion, To say goodbye to the
dearly departed, In other words the nigga dead. Whether or not you can survive
death, thats the ultimate test for your ass ain't it. So far don't nobody we
know has passed the ultimate test. Least of all this nigga layin here. 'cause this
boy wasn't shit, I'm gonna tell you that right off. I say him kickin his moma's
ass over ther on 47th street. And if you think we gonna ban you with those
diamonds and shit on you got another thing comin. I'd like to introduce the
boys woman, Oh bitch I dunno what she was. she's layin over ther in the booth.
Say girl. What you doin? Well dont sell your pussy in here. If you do I wanna
cut. shit. Yo fault the nigga dead.

 

[fox69]

"The Jaw Bone"

"The Jaw Bone"


Yo baby wassup, how ya doin girl
Your the finest thing I ever seen in the whole world
See ya look so good like a cherry pie
I just had to speak because you caught my eye
You got the big plump booty with the lovely curves
Other niggaz scared to speak 'cause they aint got enough nerve
But I'm different and magnificent, the brotha they wanna be
And if you aint jockin now, well baby you gonna be
I'm somthin like a sex feind, kinda your we dream
Turn you inside out and make your pussy steam
I said pussy aint got no face and I meant every word of it
You betta go ask someone I'm sure that they've heard of it
Enough about me, what's your name
I kept runnin game and game and game and game and game
She said "The same old thing from the same old guys"(not me)
"Tellin lies to get between my thighs"
I said "baby what's up, but I'm different though"
She said "Yeah, I know, I've heard it befoe"
I said "Yeah I am, I'm tellin the truth, I'm tellin it like it is"
She said "Yeah you might but you might kiss and tell yo biz"
I said "look baby it aint like that 'cause all I want from you"
"Is the J-A-W-B-O-N-E"

[CHORUS x2]
The jawbone, yup, yeah the jawbone
Do me baaaby when we get alone
The jawbone, what, yeah the jawbone
Do me baaaby when we get alone

Well if ya aint doin it now
In the future you will do it
And when your dead and burried
Where ever you go you'll still do it
Suck my dick like a dick is supposed to be sucked
Open up wide, and let your tongue get fucked
Suck my dick like a lolly pop
And when I bust a nut you still dont stop
You gotta slip, slip, slurp and slurp, slip, slip
Take a pause to spit and wipe the nut from your lip
You say you cant suck a dick, then you's a god damn lie
You dont need no instructions, and this is why
If you can lick your fingers after lickin the finger lickin chicken
You can lick my dick, so start lickin
It's like suckin yo thumb, same thang suck my bone
If you cant gimme no jawbone, then you can go home

[CHORUS x2]
The jawbone, yup, yeah the jawbone
Do me baaaby when we get alone
The jawbone, what, yeah the jawbone
Do me baaaby when we get alone

So baby what's up, what's it gon' be
You and me, the J-A-W the B-O-N-E
So what's the deal, I said I like the real feel
Although I got protection
I know your mouth wont give me no infection
(all this and that, that this might be true)
(but how do I know it's safe fuckin around wit you)
(you might gimme somthin, how do I know)
Well baby you can suck it with a condom on ho
I dont give a fuck how you suck it, just suck it
Open your mouth as I comense to fuck it
Baby what's up, just gimme a low blow to the head
Gimme jawbone untill your cheeks turn red
I'm almost through so what you gon' do
Put my bone in your mouth and say ohfoofoo
Oh I forgot it's not polite to talk with your mouth full
Suck in your face like a fish and let your cheeks pull
There she blow's on my Moby
Gotta dick whip the bitch like Toby
But I cant stay, I gotta be on my way
But I'll be back for jawbone another day

[CHORUS x2]
The jawbone, yup, yeah the jawbone
Do me baaaby when we get alone
The jawbone, what, yeah the jawbone
Do me baaaby when we get alone

 

[fox69]

"The Real Feel"

"The Real Feel"


It's been along time since we last hit the sheets
Fucked like dogs and sweated from the body heat
I was movin my ass slowly and you told me to hold you
And like a folder, you told me to fold you
To the position where I get it from the backside
Open your legs wide and let me get inside
Caressin your body and your scratching my back up
I'm strokin and yo pussy chokin so I just slack up
Strok it like a real one I grab ya side
Ya tellin me how it feels so good as my dick slips and slides
In and out ya pussy as you tell me your cummin
The way my dick rocked that ass I swear I was drummin
Here I cum, dumb ditty dumb I gotta nut so
Cant hold it no longer so I let it flow
Oh damn, oh you on the pill
You told me to chill
I didnt wear a rubber 'cause I like the real feel

[Chorus]
The feel...It's just gotta be real
The feel...It's just gotta be real
The feel...It's just gotta be real
The feel...

I like a pussy to be wet, steamin hot when I get inside
I bet it's sweat but yet
Still, I dont like a dead fuck
Talking bout makin love, cant even get my head sucked
Fuck that I'm on the other tip
Bitch come my way and get dick whipped
I like bitches, bitches let me break it down
Some ho's wanna fake it dont even make a sound
You see, I cum like the ocean and stroke like a breeze
The friction from my stroke made it 100 degrees
In the room, I ride that ass like a broom
This is another fuck song, this aint a dance tune
I made it like this 'cause I'm not your love maker
I'm a back breaker, it take a strong pussy to take a
Dick like this, but you would love the pain
You would love the strain, get tired and change
But I'm a contain my nut untill your ready to deal
'cause I'm a chill and I like the real feel

[Chorus]
The feel...It's just gotta be real
The feel...It's just gotta be real
The feel...It's just gotta be real
The feel...

Let's pretend we're married and carry on like fool's
I'll break your pussy like a high school rule
We're fuckin and suckin, I'm strokin and hopin
You'll have the strength to keep your legs open
No doubt you do, so I put you in the buck
Your pussy lips suck everytime we fuck
Your cummin like water and drippin from slippin
My dick is the belt and ya get an ass whippin
You love me so you take the pain, but it hurts so good
Flip you on yo stomach and fuck you like a man should
Call you my baby 'cause you fuckin me crazy
My dick get's hard if you look at me or graze me
I'm so in love with fucking you, everyday that's what we do
(?) me and you F-U-C-K-I-N-G
I aint tryin to hurt your feelings 'cause you know the deal
I like you, but I love the feel

[Chorus]
The feel...It's just gotta be real
The feel...It's just gotta be real
The feel...It's just gotta be real
The feel...

 

[fox69]

"The Rev"

"The Rev"



I'm not taking enough medicine,
I know I'm sick in the mother fucking head
These niggers think I'm nice,
You don't know me very well do you?
Check this shit out
As I take a dose of this medicine
Now watch me sin
Take a sniff of this boy, I'm the real McCoy
Real nutty, just like Almond Joy
Screamin' I want that nigger dead and when you dead I'ma enjoy
Haunting and taunting the microphone
Reconstruct your brain and fuck up your chromosomes
On my own since a toddler
45 bullets swallower
Footprints burn in the sand
Cause all my shit be kickin'
Just like Japan, chop off your hands
Ya fall off you're done
Who's number one with the bloody bullets
From the gun, that shot the rapper down
No more will he see the sun
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, while the revolution, has begun
And it will not be televised, bitch ass nigga
666, bloody mic in my hand
Rolex ain't worth no fucking 30 grand
Half y'all niggas can't stand on your own two feet
You ain't nothin' but a worm who needs to be 6 feet deep
Water
When I'm in Cleveland I be in the projects I be smokin' wet
Seein' all types of shit things that my mind won't never forget
And I am, sacrilegious
And still block indigious
My voodoo's just as true as Andy Palmer
But I warned ya
The day will come when niggas will fill this prophecy
And if they ever do you might go crazy from what you see
Make you wanna be blind
Some say I see too much
But I see straight through your mind
You brain's so close I can touch it
And the revolution, will not be televised for your punk ass
You don't even know, you're stupid
I shot a hole in my television set
On the presidents announcement
Cause little do he know,
Aliens is plottin' on the government
But the suicidal sick,
Mother fucker still livin'
Murder ride driven
The dead has arisen
The neighborhood's the prisons,
Is anybody listenin'?
Or is niggas just blowin' bubbles sittin' around whistlin'?
Hello, bitch, is anybody in there?
And women don't know they can change this shit
But they so busy tryin' to shake their tits
Money, in god we trust, lust and bustful
But still don't trust no force
Beware of the pale white force
Knock your punk ass off course
Of course, the revolution will not be televised
For no punk ass nigga
Yo, yo I said,
The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
It will not be televised

 

[fox69]

"The Wicketshit Will Never Die"

"The Wicketshit Will Never Die"



1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6
Here comes the voodoo what'cha gone do when my crew
Back from the dead once more again
Fuckin' up the flow again, fuck it here we go again
Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked shit
Burned down the church comin' through like the exorcist
Next to this, you get put on my shit list
Throw lifers get dissed you can't fuck with this
Wicked wild, wicked style, I don't give a fuck I'll get buck wild
I'm psycho just like Michael
And I might go a little something like this, suicidalist
Dangerous minds bust when I bust
Digging up dust now I must, in God you trust
If I add just then I add just this
No justice, no peace, bloody body police
Belly of da pig got me fiendin' for a cracker
Jack be nimble make your body tremble
Cardiac arrest for the one in the chest
Then I K-I-double L T-H-E-F-E-T-U-S
Yes, I'm down with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest
You try but don't cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll never die

Once again I ressurected niggaz unexpected
A closed casket when I leaped out and blasted a basket
Case brother of insanity I'm not alone
Havin' fatal thoughts of puttin' a chrome to my dome
Now what kinda wicked shit? This some ol' wicked shit
Not so many niggaz all over devil diggin' shit
Stay up off my dick, my style's sick, but I'm so sick of this
Helter skelter bite my shit, it's so ridiculous
I know my shit's phatter than Luther Vandross
Psychic connection wanna hit me with the holy ghost
Overdose, diagnose, niggaz in a comotose
Once I buck, buck ya, nigga motherfuck ya
Voodoo wicked child born a bastard
Visions of bloody bodies bein' blasted
Thinkin' of excuses, voices in my head mental abuses
Loses my mind, thought the flatline refuses
To answer, you can fess shit as you question
Me and myself verses Smith and Wesson
I'm that nigga with the wicked ass flow
Bitch you better act like you know
'Cause the wicked shit will never die

The wicked shit will never 187
Never go to heaven and fuck that reverend
All day whenever and
Feel like givin' up, mind starts blowin' up
Some old wicked shit, once again I'm throwin' up
A fit, I'm never gonna get into heaven
That's why I bought me a three 57
Fuck a reverend, and God I can't trust is true
So when I go to hell, better me and not you
I'ma walk the bloody trail and you can follow if you want
If you truly understand but my man I think you don't
I'm a suicidal revital, my title's homicidal
So many niggaz will die when I write my recital
They don't understand that I gotta plan for the klan
The area nation, white caucasian
I'm sick of all the bullshit I'd rather be dead
But first I better put a bullet in your head instead
They said that everything I said was a lie
But if you go and kill the fetus you cry
But the wicked shit will never die

 

[fox69]

"Therapy"

"Therapy"




[Dead Boy]
Yeah,this muthafuckin Dead boy up in this bitch
Yo,got my muthafuckin nigga Esham ready to kick this shit for you hoes

[Esham]
Walkin on the flatlines fumblin with the razor blade
Rumblin with the ace of spade is where the wicket rhymes are made
Sometimes I really feel like
I just can't deal with the pressures of life
So I walk around with the bloody butcher knife
Therapy,man I need some therapy cause ain't nobody scarin me
I ain't got no love cause no one cares for me
Slippin it into to darkness I'm beyond that and pass that
Once I catch a flashback
Snap and that's yo ass
Black Devil get a shovel,grave digga
How you figure you gon' kill a dead nigga
You gon kill a dead nigga
Bloody body baby bloody man I'm nutty what he thought
Nine dead bodies and I never got caught
Walk the flatlines,man I walk the flatlines
And dead body chalk lines make me walk lines
I don't sniff lines .45 slug to my mind
Sometime
I feel I'm on the flatline
Man I need some therapy

[Dead Boy talking]

[Esham]
I'm having suicidal thoughts
Brain cells dead from the coma
My aroma dead body rotten gone but not forgotten
Seems like you forgot
Man I took one shot
Now I lay me down to sleep body hot rot
Got no love when I was a toddler
Now I swallow bullets for fun playin games with the gun
Hope I spit up,get up,throw up,mind blow up
I told my teacher I want to be like Hitler when I grow up
Now I got a mental block got the pussy hammer cocked
Tick tock and ya don't stop make the pussy pop
To the break of dawn,to the break of dawn
Once again it's on
.357 chrome plated to my dome
Now I know you want to know about knowing what I'm knowing
If you knew me you would know that I be flowing
Dead boy killa,guerilla stilla illa chilla
I'm going out of my mind on the realla my nilla
Man I need some therapy

[Dead Boy talking]

[Esham]
So tell me what you think about the psychadelic funkadelic relic
In my maggot brain
All types of things happen,insane
I can't explain how I wonder let me take you under
With this suicidalist ain't afraid to die
Who wonder why I think this way
So we all gotta die one fuckin day
Ain't no way I'ma say I love you now
Cause my heart's so cold I don't know how
Now you hate what you create wicket mind state
Gotta date with death and what's left's my fate
Fuck tomorrow no sorrow I live today
And I don't give a fuck about what you say
I'ma ride this suicide this I decide this
Life I live
All take no give
And if I take sum back then I must be wrong
But dead men don't sing no fuckin songs
I need some therapy

[Dead Boy talking]

 

[fox69]

"Thinking To Myself"

"Thinking To Myself"


[esham]
Well I was thinkin to myself, how could I get mental
And drop a wicked track over a funky instrumental
I rhyme for the mind then in time you will find
The seven sign of death, and I am the seventh sign
The crew is like a devil, but the devil is the crew
It's not what you know, it's only what you proof
Some ask me many questions and wonder my religion
I'm losin my religion, that answer's your decision
Blacks killin blacks, seems to be the new tray
Thought shall not diss esham, that's a sin
My favorite number 666, so guess again
And if you feel the need to pray, say amen
The drum is wicked, I think I heard him kick it
This beat is like a pussy to me, so i'mma dick it
I'm some like dr. jeckyl, but more like mr. hyde
Some people heard my rap, now they commitin suicide
Now tell me is that crazy, like rosemary's baby
I don't give a fuck, so your death didn't phase me
Some call me a psychotic, I'm more like a narcotic
My poetry's a riot, and I'm down wit mill like product
The answer's to your questions, might off to make ya vomit
So therefore when you ask me, I'm supposed to say 'no comment'
I'm feelin rather splendin, some people I've offended
But you bought my record, it wasn't recommended
I'm in the top ten, amen, esham the unholy, so here we go again
No bloops, no bleeps, no blunders, no blurs
My style is unisex, for his and hers
Someone to ride my topics, unholy like I drop it
For suckers like you, I keep my pistol in my pocket
So please no disruptions, or rude interruptions
There will be a penalty for bitin what I'm bustin
So please understand, that I'm the fuckin man
Some people hear my music and they think I should be banned

[various talk and samples]

[esham]
One for the treble, two for the devil
Three for your grave that I dug wit the shovel
I'm runnin down the line and say a funky rhyme
Some more wicket shit for the very last time
I'm not the from old school and new school grade
I dropped outta school, sixteen and got paid
I'm glockin crazy dollars while ya fly girlie hollas
I got much game, don't need no rope around my collar
I treat a bitch like a ho, a ho like a freak
Then I daze, in amaze, by the way I speak
I'mma say what I wanna say in any fuckin kinda way
Half you fuckas out there, don't even know the time or day

 

[fox69]

"Tony Montana"

"Tony Montana"



You're all a bunch of fucking assholes
You know why?
Cause you don't got the guts to be what you want to be
Stanley...he doesn't have that problem
He always tells the truth
That's what it's all about?
That's what we work so hard for Fabolous?
So they can point their fucking fingers
and call me the fucking bad guy?

So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on
It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy ?
You better make way, it's a bad guy coming through

Whoever said to us
Now maybe you can buy yourself
one of them first class tickets to the Resurrection

You need people like me
So you can point your fucking fingers
And say, "That's the bad guy."
So, what they make you?
Good?