Esham

[fox69]

"We Cumin' For U"

"We Cumin' For U"


[chorus]
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you

[verse 1]
I know you wish I was dead form the shit i be makin up
Reality's nightmare, dead men don't wake up
In and outcha mind, flatline, straight up through the darkness
I'm heartless and regaurdless, the wicketness, i'ma spark dis
Now let me kick the wicket shit that got me paid bitch
Triple six, the unholy, back up boy you don't know me
I'll slit ya fuckin thoat plus the murder i wrote
Daddy will blast for me, wicket catashrophy
When I got spliff wrote my name on the wall in grafitti
I takes from the rich and I gives to the needy
Punks don't know my steelo man I rock up a kilo
My undrstanded zero plus i'm no super hero
You say you want a revolution, well bitch
A young nigga sittin on ammo plus i'm rich
The fallen angel strangled sev-er-al
N-A-T-A-S got federal
Fuck the radio and public broadcast it
Timothy Mcbay need to be wrapped in plastic
Shoot you in yo face for my mothafuckin respect
Judgement day in my god damn tape deck

[chorus]
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you

[verse 2]
I'm the wicketest demon ever bless the microphone
As i spit this curse, I watch ya brain burst
It gets worse
Nigga what the fuck you thought
For murder raps, ghost writers never get caught
Can't understand the spell i cast to the mass
I make a young nigga blast if i give 'em the task
I got master sterea in ya area
And in america, i'm bringin the terror
On devils night
I'ma watch ya city burn

[chorus]
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you

 

[fox69]

"We Got Some Nonbelievers"

"We Got Some Nonbelievers"


Look up in the sky,
It's a crow!
It's a bat!
No, it's super nigger!
Confused, some say I can't lose,
All a brotha ever hear is bad point of views,
Try to hold me back jack, breaking the chain of pain,
'cause the rhythm be bumpin' like a migrane.
Never knew I really had a clue about fiction or fact,
But I got it like that.
From dawn till dusk, you might see me bust,
A brain or two, I make it entertainin' you.
Commercial, universal, don't matter,
Every one dies when my shotgun scatters.
When my heavy metal boot drops, the floor shakes,
I'm comin' through like an earthquake.
You can't take or make or break me,
Can't shake me, don't try to fake me.
Many don't believe, I will achieve,
Like Ali Baba and the forty thieves.
I'ma get mine, you must be out ya mind,
'cause in the ninties, acid rap is about time.
We got some nonbelievers out there [2x]
Buck wild, and out on my island,
In your Alpine, I'm free stlyin'.
But I'm wicket, I'm wicket, I'm wicket so why don't you kick it?
To feel the force of a new breed, you might bleed.
Knockin' niggas out like forty thieves,
Forty thieves in the tiempo, I go loco,
Nine milimeter point blank or a solo.
Devilish, but still hell of this,
Make you wanna not want to go the week you go home.
I'm mystified, I won't lie,
Some can't handle it so they die.
Boils and bubbles of trouble brewin' what you doing?
Microphone massacre, MC's screwin' around,
I don't waste time, for all the suckas,
I'll see you at the finish line.
Kick that shit!
From Lucifer, I give juice to ya,
Been rockin' all my life so I'm used to ya.
I got wanna be carbon copies that bite,
Of pop rock suckas who dog the lime light.
But now you've been a witness,
The unholy strictly business.
For all the fools who test me, don't stress me,
Or the cops will have to come and arrest me,
For murder one, but I've just begun,
Grab a mic cord 'round your neck and scream Red Rum,
You'll be headless like Max Headdrom,
And I'm here to cause a little bedlam.
Magical, still tragical.
It all started out about a year ago.
Many try to stop me, and drop me,
Now they all wanna jock me.
The radios won't play me,
It don't faze me,
I'm no sell out baby!
And we still got some nonbelievers.

 

[fox69]

"What"

"What"



It's the inventor, the wicked ice cold as the winter
As niggaz enter
The dragon, the 44 got my pants saggin'
For all the whucka bring the paddy wagon
The terminator, the bitch ass nigga eliminator
The suicide comtemplator
For your dillusions I bring wicked, that's illusions
To cause mass confusion
I be the nigga bucka, the hood-rat and tittie bar bitch fucka
Got niggaz screamin' what the fuck, see when
I'm down with Lord Majai and we both yellin' die
Die nigga, we comin' for ya
You wanna fresh style lemme show ya
Bitch, verbally ya never hearda the
U-N-H-O-L-Y 'cause I'm hellified

I insist, real life suicidalist
And for this I'm a white man's terrorist
I never miss when I squeeze the chrome in my fist
My style will make your ass drink a glass of piss
High roller, money folder
Underground rap radio controller
The bone breaker, the thug shaker
From here to Cleveland, nigga run run
To catch the dum-dums
Dumb-ditty dum, do-wa-ditty
Esham, I'm from Detroit city
I flip more tactics than acrobatics
Do hat tricks with propolactics
Unholy, that's what my momma told me
Now I do all my dirt by my lonely
And most niggaz wanna kill you while you slangin' ki's
I clock dollars while they catch Z's
Nigga what

This one right here, this one goes out to.....

 

[fox69]

"What Did I Do Wrong"

"What Did I Do Wrong"


What did I do wrong

[CHORUS: repeat]
What did I do wrong
Don't wanna live

My momma was a dope fiend but what I mean
She was mannic depressed, like the Supremes
And all my tears wiped with a cleanex
I'm on the scene and I drop dead like River Phoenix
A life I can't handle, so I drink Jack Daniels
Straight, I bought me a 38 with one shiny silver bullet
For the werewolf in me I don't pretend to be
I'm fucked up off life
I walk around with a bloody butcher knife
I wanna kill myself, but first
I think about what's worse
I vision my body take a ride in a hearse
And somebody, anybody, but nobody hears
Buried alived, pine box, and my deepest fears
I been doin' dope since I was 13
But when I close my eyes unconciously I scream

[CHROUS]

Overdose scare again, I'm doin' heroin
So been suckin' my leg like Nancy Kerragan
Heroin addict like Kurt Cobain
Needle's in your dick, 'cause your arms outta veins
The system raped me, society hates me
The man in the mirror is scared to face me
My only friend is me, but how can I pretend to be
My friend, I'm public enemy
A number one, son of a shotgun
So when I blasphamy, I bust a brain cell
Dead cells make me faint
But I can't faint no more I don't dream and never sleep walk
Uncut dope make me comotose
Growin' up with the scandalous from here to Los Angeles
What does it mean, infetamine, niggaz so envy they green
As I watch the fiends fiend, my mind screams

[CHORUS]

Your body's cold you feel numb from your addiction
Just say no's a contradiction
It seems like the whole world's high
And I'm tryin' not to fry, brain cells passin' time until I die
Suicide contemplated everything's drug related
I wish when my father got erect he woulda masturbated
Sperm concentrated now they sell it at the bank
What has life come to? Tell me whatta you think?
Crack babies be born like everyday
I sucker born every minute right around my way
What a rush when you're brain bust
All your shit got flushed down the toilet stew
What a fool
Who gives a fuck if you self-destruct
All you hoes and dreams 'cause you just a fiend
And this world ain't big enough for the both of us
Who can I trust with one slug down the bust?
And say

[CHORUS]

 

[fox69]

"What Is Evil"

"What Is Evil"


[INTRO]

The following program deals with controversial subjects, and due to it's explicit nature, parental guidence is strongly advised. The theorys, opinions, and beliefs expressed are not the only possible interpretations. The viewer is invited to make a judgement based on all alvailable information.

Most people agree that evil exsists in this world, for some it's war, famine, or violence. For some it's a spiritual (?), and for other's, evil is a very real presence, a physical entity, of terrifying power.

What is evil? Is it mearly a dictionary definition for wrong or bad, or is it something more, a deeper, darker force that makes people perform cruel or inhuman acts. Does an evil force really exsist that can attract and then control the actions of human beings, or is evil nothing more than a convenient excuse for deviant and destructive behavior. These are questions without easy answer's and are continually debated by those who study the human mind and the human sprirt.

[5 or 6 dudes debating evil]

 

[fox69]

"Where My Bitch At?"

"Where My Bitch At?"



Where my bitch at, the one who sucks dick,
The one who makes that money cuz she turnin' all them tricks.
Where my bitch at, she owe me a blow job,
She can't do nuttin' for me cuz she runnin' wit the mob,
Where my bitch at, the one with the fake hair,
The one who titty dances and don't wear no underwear.
Where my bitch at, the one who ain't shit,
The one that would eat a hoe pussy and suck a nigga dick.
I can see it in yo' eyes, you scandalous hoe,
Baby, shake yo' money maker, and make ya dough.
When you in the Brass Key, you doin' it good,
When you in the Black Orchid shake it like you should.
When you in Tiger's Lounge I know you could,
Suck a nigga dick in the corner, girl you would.
I be lookin' for them hoes sellin' pussy in clubs,
All this time you thought that nigga was really a scrub.
When you in the grind, baby, I serves them well,
If yo' pussy stank hoe, use some Massengel.
I'm the millionaire Bruce Wayne, cash for sho',
And I'm lookin' for all the hoes clockin' all the dough.
So where my bitch at?

Where my bitch at, gril?
Where my bitch at?
Where my bitch at, baby?
Where my bitch at?
Where my bitch at, nigga?
Where my bitch at?
Where my bitch at?
Where my bitch at, I heard she kinda nervous,

She said she need some dick, her vibrator is out of service.
She like to rub her pussy and masturbate,
Doin' 100 on the free way as I ice skate.
Me and my bitch, me and my bitch, me and my bitch we's a team,
For cookin' up chickens to fuckin' on triple beams.
I never really thought that the hoe was scheme,
Till I caught her in the club poppin' masculines.
My bitch is just a freak, she gives me no respect,
The hoe ain't worse, her welfare check.
If you ever saw my bitch, she wear her panties too tight,
She sucks a nigga dick befo' we go to sleep at night.
And I ain't here to tell you what's wrong and right,
Cuz I could give a fuck less, let them hoes fight, nigga.
Where my bitch at?

Where my bitch at, baby?
Where my bitch at?
Where my bitch at, girl?
Where my bitch at?
Where my bitch at, baby?
Where my bitch at?
Where my bitch at, nigga?
Where my bitch at?
Is my bitch in Tigers?

No, I think my bitch in the Black Orchid.
Or is my bitch at the Brass Key?
I think my bitch might be down at the Grind.
My bitch might be over at Dere Thatch.
Loose Bin
My bitch might even be in Tycoon's and Player's
Body Rock, Hot Tamally's, nigga.
Where my bitch at, I'm ridin' down 7 Mile lookin' for my bitch.
See my bitch like to suck dick.
My bitch likes to take that dick in the pussy.
And every hole in her body baby, cuz she ain't holdin' 'em up.
Ugh, where my bitch at?
Where my bitch at?
Where my bitch at?
Not your bitch ass nigga

 

[fox69]

"Whoa"

"Whoa"


[Esham Talking]
Got my boys back up in here,
We had to time warp back in time,

[Chourus]
Whoa,Whoa,Whoa,Whooooa,[x2] (In the 50's)

[Verse One:]
Know, I lay me down to sleep,
I pray to the lord that my bird wont creep,
And if she do, Before I wake,
Please let her have more bread to break,
Like a house on a lake,
For goodness sake,
Her name is Little Debbie, and I love her cake,
Make's no diffrence to me,
A key to a "G", still adding up money,
Lovely, keep ya water on bubbly,
What would you do If you was me,
Probally, G of or key-off,
And sniff it all up,
Until you blow your fucking head off,

[Chrous]
Dream, Dream, Dream, Dream, Dream, Baby [x4]

[Verse Two:]
I thought I saw a pussy-cat,
I didnt, It was a dirty rat,
In fact, it was a snake, bitch kiss it,
Spitting venom, always dissing, missing,
the whole point of whatimsayin',
Because your bling,
Dream, Dream, Dream,
When I rode by on bleem,
You see me clean,
Looking at me like a fiend,
It was obseen,
With a beauty of the week out of JET magazine,

[Chrous] fade away!!!!!

 

[fox69]

"Wicket"

"Wicket"


[Intro: Jules' cold blooded bible passage]

[Chorus]
Wicket!
Shit I spit at everybody (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
I bloody bodies, shoot up parties (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
The world is burnin; hell on earth (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
It started since my date of birth (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
Though God bless, no rest for the (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
I hear somethin come this way (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
On 9-11 doomsday (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
I look up at the moon and say (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)

[Verse 1]
Wicked shit, I spit it, come get it, who did it?
Though I walk through the valley of death, I fear no clan
Wicked plan, brainwash, radio program
Pulled out my pistol and I shot the reefer man and ran
Chopped his body up in pieces and put him in garbage cans
Then I went to church the next Sunday and prayed for him
I said "Jeepers creepers, I be my brother's keeper"
So I blew his head off with a, a street sweeper
Wicked shit startin off the blunt I was sparkin
I had to shoot my next door neighbor dog, he kept barkin
Kept me up all night when I was tryin write
This very suicidal, wicked shit I had to recite
Wicked walkin, wicked talkin, while the chickens keep squawkin
Let my paper keep stackin, 12 dozen eggs is crackin
This is ya brain on drugs if slippin on double doves
It's wicked to kick it in the world so we bubble drugs

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Wicked shit is dead-i-ly when murders my melody
I'm paranoid for roaches; when I flow it's a felony
FBI surveillance and the police keep trailin me
Cause I'm G-O-D-L-I-K-E, that's what they keep tellin me
I'm the one you see at night, I'm a psycho, wanna murder bite
Headed right ya way, bitch, you gotta die tonight
Horrified, fuckin terrified, you'll never breathe again
Vultures circle in the sky awaitin ya end
Like a fortune tellin witch, "follow me I know the way"
Use ya head as a crystal ball, "I see ya dyin day"
See I have insomnia and I'll never sleep again
I black out then you black out when you thought I was ya friend
Just when you thought ya life was comin together for the betta
The wicked shit strikes again, forever it'll scare ya
I hear some screams at nightfall, I see the fear in ya eyes
I snap out of it but it starts again at sunrise

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Wish U Was Down"

"Wish U Was Down"


One time, I'm fina blow ya mind, I'm fina flow
I'm the unholy a.k.a. Esham if ya don't know
Like to rub and dub when I'm in the club
Let your girl do me while I'm maxin' in the tub
Suckas try to diss, they can't go like this
Wishing they were down with Reel Life Products, but they wish
I get ill, I might kill
Another sucker MC just for a thrill
My name is Esham I got nothin' to prove
Pay attention my intention is to bust a move
I might smoke a little cheeba, but some call it reefer
Give me R-E-S-P-E-C-T, but name ain't Aretha
I like to get loose, I'm the MC with the true
I came to give the party that extra boost
Party people in the place listen to my bass
Like my man flavor flav said it's the bass for your face
The real, not phoney, I loves the tenderoni
But just because I mack I gotta be a macaroni
Yes yes y'all, and ya don't quit
Esham rocks the house with the funky shit
It goes

[CHORUS x8]
Wish you was down with Reel Life Products
Ain't that right bro?

Suckas getting jealous, J-E-A-L-O-U-S
But I'll knock your ass out like my man Joe Louis
I'm never fakin' titles I'm takin'
Money I'm makin' and hearts I'm breakin'
U-N-H-O-L-Y's here to rock your bell
And if you disagree then you can go to hell
I'm almost through so I'ma blaze my true
But damn I gotta stop to check my mic 1, 2
I'm cool like the snow and I'm good to go
It's your man Esham on the radio show
With another funky fresh Reel Life sound
All the niggaz that be talkin' that shit just wish they was down

[CHORUS]

 

[fox69]

"Wit Yo Punk Azz"
(feat. Dice, Bugz & Drunken Master)

"Wit Yo Punk Azz"
(feat. Dice, Bugz & Drunken Master)



Yeah,Yeah
One time foe yo muthphuckin mind
It's the Drunken Master in this peice
Representin, for you punk azz niggaz

Bitch I'm back screamin "I don't care"
Throw yo guns in the phuckin air
While you niggaz be sippin Moet-n-Crystal
I be stickin up fools with a bloody pistol
Got a gloc on kock when I ride the block
Hot bullets leave yo azz in a state of shock
Most playa hated by the playa hataz I know
Nigga phuck yo azz and yo ugly ho
I could give a phuck less what coast your from
'cause you can play Forest Gump and catch the dump dumps
Bitch, just like the last
muthaphucka, who crossed my path, wit yo punk azz.

When a nigga playa hates me for a bitch,
Keep my name out yo outh wit yo punk azz (punk azz nigga)
When a nigga owe me money, and I see you at the club sippin moe
Gimme my loot wit yo punk azz.

Back up on the block, ho's suck dick
Niggaz gettin high yellin Dice ain't sh!t
**** to ya jaw, screamin phuck the law
Phuck H.I.V. I'm goin in raw
Scurvy, phuckin prostitutes like James Worthy
You got the nerve to serve me, biotch
Ya don't know my style
Scurv azz nigga from 7 mile
Got a pistol in my pocket, and a joint in my mouth
I wanna bitch wit an azz like a ho down south
I wanna get drunk, but I'm low on cash
So I take yo stash, wit yo punk azz.

When you wanna smoke my weed and ain't put 5 in
Back the phuck up wit yo punk azz (punk azz nigga)
When I'm chillin wit a bitch all day and you ain't phuckin
Walk the phuck home wit yo punk azz. (punk azz nigga...come here, come here)

I'm only into two thangs, that's loot and fam
At the crib baggin grams
Tryin to come up on a hundred grand
I got plans to be the black Bugz Boran
Red bones and sun tans
Givin me head inside the tour van
Once my gun jammed and I ran like the wind
Brave niggaz die young
The ones that run rock the gems
Ride a Benz, make loot wit they friends
Rock beat's and Timb's, have sex with only fly fem's
So try to pretend not to see in the clubs
Mad 'cause they on the block still flippin dubs
Only show love to those truly gettin cash
So nigga why would you ask, wit yo punk azz.

Yeah, so now you niggaz know, Drunken Master back in this peice representin for all you bitch azz, busta azz niggaz talkin all that sh!t, and all you bitchez that aint phuckin, all ya'll can eat a dick, wit yo punk azz.