Esham

[fox69]

"Detective"
(feat. Mastamind, Mobaddess, TNT)

"Detective"
(feat. Mastamind, Mobaddess, TNT)



[Esham]
I got a ill case, paranoia blood stains on my face
Close range sawed off shotgun bust
I never trust, it's a must you ain't down with us
From Gotham to Metropolis, nigga ain't no stoppin' us
Suicidal tendencies for all my enemies
From aggravated assault, insurance is no fault
U-N-H-O-L-Y, murder's my alibi
Sodem eyes your trick and make ya recognize bitch
So flesh is ridiculous, mercilous, meticulous
Some back in New York and Los A-N-G-E-L-E-S
A homicidal vital recital, Esham's my title
From sacks of heroin packs, I went suicidal
From symptoms of insanity slowly slippin' insane
Doin' 100 in my 850 in the rain
And I got retaliation on the brain

[Mobaddess]
Retaliations a must, when I bust
Who the fuck can we trust?
For all you niggaz that ain't down
With the Reel Life Product
No time to contemplate I'm grabbin' an AK
Niggaz in your hood screamin' out mayday
It's that killa Mobaddess
Kickin' you niggaz and hoes, cause to me you on the same status
A round after rants, come get your head splattered
That's why in Detroit they call me Mobaddess

[Mastamind]
Nigga cap blow, let that weed grow
Don't let 'cha be caught ridin' through the wrong hood
Cause bitch we evil
I rained on a million people, drowned the world in my shit
Blaze the blunt, and shoot blow this motherfucker to bits

[TNT]
Tony Montana, I shot up a body in Atlanta
Dump that bitch in the river it don't matter
Still make moves on the street and don't stop
Still got the connects for the guns and crack pots
Niggaz hate

 

[fox69]

"Detroit"
(feat. TNT)

"Detroit"
(feat. TNT)



"7 Mile, Gratiot, 6 Mile, 5 Mile"

[Esham]
In Detroit, everybodys hungry, trying to hussle
In Detroit, nobodys got a deal with Russel
In Detroit, you'll be lucky if your not a victim of a shooting
In Detroit, crack-head zombies still prostituting
In Detroit, where the underground rap don't get played on the airwaves
Unless, pull or push, men got payed
In Detroit - bitch, you aint even from Detroit
Fuck your rap, 7 mile is where the hustlers at
In Detroit, ain't no fucking freestylin, ain't no time for that
Got twenty-fours on the eighty-four Regal and I'm grindin
Detroit, know my name
In Detroit, it's cocaine
In Detroit, don't play no hoe games they'll blow out your brains.

[TNT]
In Detroit, you can catch me on 7 mile
In Detroit, where the bitches and niggas, they live wild
In Detroit, where you find the dope game is shitty
In Detroit, where the bitches show assholes and titties
In Detroit, where the niggas and bitches, they build cars
In Detroit, we got hoodrats and ghetto stars
In Detroit, we ain't taking no shit from nobody
In Detroit, we got Sammy the Bulge and John Gotti
In Detroit, we got pimps and players, hoes and macks
In Detroit, we ride Regals, Chevys, and Cadillacs
Gettin money by the stack from the rap for the crack
In Detroit, its like that, liquor stores for the blunt and
In Detroit, we got arabs that look like Bin Ladin
In Detroit, we got bitches and niggas that stay plottin
In Detroit, we stay rottin, forgive but not forgotten
Potatoes stay au gratin, come close and catch a hot one

[Esham]
In Detroit, you can be a victim of the ghetto
In Detroit, got more rock than heavy metal
In Detroit, bitches slide down the pole butt-naked
In Detroit, some real and some fake it, some snake it
In Detroit, mu'fuckas just hope they make it
In Detroit, I can't take it, so I just wanna break shit
Detroit got some winners, Detroit got some losers
Detroit got the best dope-dealers and drug-abusers
And I be the rabbit-killer, the killer who kill rabbit
In Detroit they bust automatics at trailer park addicts
Across 8 mile in Detroit, you hate my style
Soopa Villain in Detroit, I'm at the top of the pile

[TNT]
In Detroit, got the fix for you niggas who broke
In Detroit, we got the weed, speed, raw, and coke
In Detroit, where the bums will rush your ass
Where the little old ladies do the hundred-yard dash
In Detroit, where the bitches look fine as Hell
But if you slap that bitch up, you gotta go to jail
In Detroit, we got the space-age futeristic
Nigga, check my statistics, my number is unlisted
In Detroit, where you got to be fly as Hell
With your attitude shitty like your shit don't smell
In Detroit, aim big ya got east to west
North end to the end, and down to southwest
And don't forget the HP and small ass hamtraning
I'm talking 'bout Detroit, understand it, God damn it
And if you dont know the places I called off
You probably a weak-ass nigga from the burbs, extra soft.

 

[fox69]

"Detroit 101"
(feat. Mastamind)

"Detroit 101"
(feat. Mastamind)



Detroit
Yo, 313
Detroit 101
D-E-T
Detroit, Detroit 101

[Esham]
It's all about bitches, hoes, fat bank rolls
The DTS Caddy with the fresh set of Vogues
Spinnin' on blades, forever stayed paid, true
Plus I'm dope like your hoe sniff a Quaalude
And put the 'Smack Down' on any bitch out here like 'The Rock'
Not like the wrestler, but the ki off the block
Straight off the East Side where they murder cops
My pistol's in the air goin' pop, pop, pop
I'm killin' anything that's 'Shady'
Bitin' my style? Pay me
And even in stereo you still couldn't play me
Crack baby, 313, D-E-T
Bitches pop they pussy at night for they fee
All type-a trickin' and freakin', ain't shit free
'Cuz fuckin' off ya skrill wit' these hoes can cost me up in

[Chorus]
Detroit, what?
Detroit, what?
Detroit (Detroit, Detroit) muthafucka! [x2]

[Esham]
In Detroit, never leave ya house without a gun
I don't give a fuck if you're gettin' ya hair done
Pickin' up ya daughter or droppin' off ya son
'Cuz criminals got bullets and dyin' to share some
When ya ridin', gotta watch what street you turn down
You might look around and everything is burnt down
On fire, street lights broken
The hustlas don't kill on guys the fiend's smokin'
While the players play 24/7 parley
Still gets fucked up like Bob Marley
(Like Bob Marley) [x4]

[Mastamind talking]
Uh, blaze one for the wicket
Learn about some shit

[Mastamind]
I'm just a D-E-T P-I-M-P
While you at home 'sleep I'm out on them streets
City slicker bitch, I'm the nigga with shit
That'll rip through ya body, so quit
Y'all suckas hold dicks
Muthafucka, we hold grips and fold it
Man, y'all dunno shit
About my level, right?
The block is hot like Devil's Night
Boy you better fight wit' big toys, hold the metal tight
It's like everything we do, we never right
Muthafucka, we the shit, that's why you bumped us every night
Like 'Clockwork' my jock hurt 'cuz I play so many hoes all
It goes up like this, told y'all
(Told you muthafuckas)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Devil's Groove"

"Devil's Groove"


[Esham]
Crazy convict, don't take no shit
Since age 13 I was ill legit
I had a problem with homicide, crazy ass suicide
Sucka mothafuckin pussy dreams and I died
Black from the hell raised, don't want'cha dead days
No one listens to what the devil says
But I'm smooth like Satan and I was waitin
For another death, so breathe ya last breath
I'm a psychopath, crazy motha fucker laugh
At a funeral, tell me do ya know
Any other brother, any other that can get some
Say his name and there'll be another victim
See, words can't describe the pain you'll feel
You can't imagine it cuz Death will
A homicidal vital, recital is my title
Gotta serious psychological problem, Death's my idol
Crucifix, a trick to black magic
A brother named Esham, treach and tragic
The devil's my boy and Satan's my son, the gun
Loaded and ready so that you don't want none
Shoot ya in the back like Billy the kid
Talkin bout takin me out, shit
Better put ya dukes up 'fore ya get fucked up
Crucified ya mama, so what, so what
So what you gonna do? Take revenge like a brother, man
And get fucked up, like ya mother, man
Bad ass brotha with the mind of the devil
Maximum overdrive, tryin to stay alive
I sold the devil my soul for gold, the story is told
I'm the exorcist, yo
Brothers and brothers have died, committed suicide
? like to a mothafucker so another homicide
Demon's my trademark, rhymes be my play mark
Reel Life Productions, down from the start
Sacrifice ya life tonite, with a knife
Pray to hell and give the devil ya life
See many of you mothafuckers don't understand it, see
How long can you listen to one man's insanity
Prophecy the dead has arozen
The devil is dead and one man is chosen
To lead the dead, to kill, bloodshed
So much bloodshed, it painted the town red
My mind is evil, evil's inside my mind
The devil's gonna get ya, just a matter of time
Go to sleep and never wake up, ya dreams a nightmare
The witch was right on ya back, I was there
But who's to turn ya to stone, you're stuck in eternal place
Imprisoned in a shell, wit a dead man's face
666, crucifix
Hell's the fire on the candlesticks
This is the devil's groove, a dance for his bloody
Release ya sins, up, up in the slutty
Go commit suicide, anotha homicide
Stupid

[Chorus]
The devil's groove
The devil's groove
The devil's groove
The devil's groove

 

[fox69]

"Devil's Night!"

"Devil's Night!"



Esham's back in the house for Devil's Night
And I'ma get me some gasoline and burn down the whole scene
Wicked rhymes I be wrestling
You better cover your ass cuz I'ma put ya in Vaseline
Stick 'em, stuck 'em, I fuck 'em up and fuck 'em up good
Freak the funk so I fuck it up like a G should
Burn your house to the ground and watch you all cry
Pour gas all around and hope you all die
The type of arsonist niggas never ever seen
If you saw me on the scene see me smelling like kerosene
I got a magic trick, burn you like a drippy dick
Somebody pass me a Bic on Devil's Night

Watch a nigga get ill like Fire Marshall Bill
Gasoline will spill from here to Louiseville
I got a flame-thrower, arsonist, suicidalist
Burn your mother fucking ass up to a crisp
Strike 'em, struck 'em, burn 'em up, fuck 'em
Fire man come, buck, buck, buck 'em
Cuz I'm a fireman but I got a gas can
Shoot a gas can, and blast your ass man
Shit God damn, I smell smoke
Slit a nigga throat
And fuck the okey doke
Cuz I gotta burn 'em, teach 'em, and learn 'em
Until I get a turn, burn Hollywood burn
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the mother fucker burn
Burn mother fucker, burn till ya ashes
I burn niggas up when I get hot flashes
I slash his throat
And choke off the gun smoke
Then blaze that ass like a J on Devil's Night

Devil's Night, I need a light so I can blaze up
Police station, wicket Hell raiser
Playing no games, shit's going up in flames
No evidence, no nothing, no names
Return of the dragon, but I'm fire kicking
Your ass'll be crispy like Kentucky Fried Chicken
Cracker, burner, nigga, blacker
I'm a ram shackle
Snap pop crackle
Didn't do a thing, with my gasoline
Until I flame broiled your ass like Burger King
Now you in trouble, watch your skin bubble
Settin' me a fire, get away on the double
Arsonist, watch me just set a fucking blaze
Watch it burn down, cold staring in a daze
Wanna set a fire? I'll be ya tutor
Burn up ya city like the L.A. looters
When ya set a blaze, ya gotta do it right
Watch, somebody gimme a light
On Devil's Night

 

[fox69]

"Devilish Mood"

"Devilish Mood"



I'm in a devilish mood..
I'm in a devilish mood...
You don't understand me, I got a split personality,
Showin' you a different side of reality.
Late night walkin' down the street with a butcher knife,
Cold jam it in your stomach, and watch you vomit.
Some say I'm sick, hard to get with,
The despotic psychotic nitwit.
Red Rum, Red Rum, I gotta get me some so where's my next victim?
Little old lady walkin' down the block,
Hit her in the back of the head with a rock.
Dum dum ditty dum ditty dum dum, Red Rum, Red Rum, Red Rum.
APB out on me, killed the old lady, took her social security.
I'm livin' just like a pack rat,
So when I see someone with some food, I say gimme that!
I'm livin' just like a pack rat, sleepin' on clothes and shit,
Holes in my clothes, I'm sleepin' outdoors.
'cause Governor Ingling took my foodstamp,
Got me livin' just like a tramp.
A hobo po' livin' outdoors,
Thrown on the streets, so I'm sleepin' on shelter floors.
I result to voodoo,
I'ma make me out a doll of Governor Ingling to.
And put a pin in the middle of the fo' head,
While I say to myself, Play dead!
Homeless, I got no home,
So when I see a old lady, I follow her ass home.
People say I'm livin' just like a animal,
I result to eatin people like a cannibal.
Listen to the funky drama,
I get flash backs and visions that I'm Jeffery Dahmer.
Now I'm on the hunt for food,
'cause I'm homeless, I'm in a devilish mood.
I'm starvin' just like Marvin,
So I'ma get me a butcher knife and start carvin'.
People up, what the hell,
I'll get me some food for wars if I got to jail.
But even the jails won't take me,
I got caught up in the system, breakin' me.
Breakin' me down, nervous break down,
Cops found two dead bodies on the west side of town.
Blame it on the homeless people,
I hear no, see no, say no evil.
Shoulda just take my own life,
One man starvin', walkin' around with a butcher knife.
Wish life like it was on TV,
Then maybe someone would help me,
Or get me some food,
'cause I got to survive, I'm in a devilish mood.

 

[fox69]

"Devils In The Soup"

"Devils In The Soup"


Shit, you been talkin' might have once been true
But I don't think this time your mother fucking punk will do
Ladies and gentlemen here he is
The man that can party
And this pussy belongs to me
Let's hear it for Mr....

Now I know it's like that fearin'
But you still wanna hear this unholy spirit
Still gettin' done by none
Pulled up a dress and fucked a nun
The walls sweat blood from thinkin' bout sex
As your clit gets wet
Your hot like fire, you desire
More than pleasure, much more higher
Your nipples on your chest start to bleed
The soup is gettin' hot, time to feed
Your heaven is burnin'
As your masturbatin', but still you're yearnin'
The fire is gettin' very hot
As you stick your finger in the soup inside the pot
You begin to stir it
Lick your finger to taste it, but it's not done yet
I smell white virgin
Operatin' on yourself like a medical surgeon
Something you love to do
Who would thought it was you
The devil's in the soup

[Chorus]
The devil's in the soup [x3]

Break out the mix and spoon, and stir it up with all you got
The soup is gettin' hotter and hotter, runnin' all down the side of the pot
Juice is on the covers
I think I smell a lil' tumor inside that soup
So what you puttin' in it?
The basic four fingered food groups
All alone, cuz you feed for a minute, and meat and bones
So the devil's in your soup
Your panties all wet from spillin' that soup
Home made, never stored in cans
Always made with hands
I think your startin' to stick to the pot
That means, soup's too hot
It's so hot, it burns
So stick a spoon in it, and give a couple turns
And I thought you was a good girl
Never let nobody inside your world
So the devil's in the soup
How'd you let the devil get inside your soup?
Been thinkin' about sex
Next thing you'll know, you'll be wearin' a cotex
When the walls come down
And the soup's in the cupboard there too be found
You've commited sin
But when the devil's in the soup, it'll happen again

[Chorus x4]

Masturbatin, demonstratin', good love
Knowin' damn well, that ain't what you thinkin' of
You're thinkin' about cumin'
For the first time, your out ya mind
You don't know what you doing
But it feels so good, you think you're screwin'
You feel something tingle
As you giggle, and start to wiggle, but still single
Playin' that Esham tape
So much love, and so much hate
Your emotions run wild
Feelin' more like a woman, and less like a child
Get ready for the fountain
Cuz you'll be cumin around the mountain
Any minute with the soup
Cuz the devil's still tastin', as she's wastin'
Soup in her clothes, but she's the only one that knows
About that dish
Squaggy juice, which smells like fish
And she loves to fix it
Her favorite part is when she mix it
Virgins want to have fun to
But when they do
The devil's in the soup

[Chorus x4]
Oww!
Oww!
Oww!
Oww!
The devil's in the soup!
The devil's in the sooooup!
The devil's in the soup!

 

[fox69]

"Devilshit"
(feat. Kool Keith)

"Devilshit"
(feat. Kool Keith)



Boy, boy, crazy boy
Gotta rocket in my pocket [x2]

[Esham]
Maximum overdrive, how to stay alive
Jumpin' outta Lear jets no parachute, skydive
Fuck these niggaz, I'm runnin' wit' a .45
I don't wanna be, ugh, I don't even wanna be alive
But if I gotta be NATAS, the hottest nigga wit' coatist
Bein' stated's what brought us, bloody up ya pratas
When I drag ya through the mud
Got love for guns, got love for slugs
Drugs, thugs wit' money turn ya rainy day sunny
The MDNA got my nose runny
Still runnin' up in these races
Runnin' against these racists
Treat ya like Joe Bruce wit' 2 faces
And I don't wanna be alive

[Chorus]
Boy, boy, crazy boy
Gotta rocket in my pocket
Boy, boy, crazy boy
Gotta rocket in my pocket
Dump, dump, dump, dump, dump, I'ma
Dump, dump, I'ma dumb, I'ma dumb, I'ma dumb
Boy, boy, crazy boy
Gotta rocket in my pocket
Boy, boy, crazy boy
Gotta rocket in my pocket

[Kool Keith]
Ski masks in the back seat
I'm turning 6th street, you bout to feel heat
E on the Burrough street
Callin' cops in, glocks in
Cocks in, niggaz are blocked in
Moving out to Washington
Turn the siren down, clap with gun sound
Double lock, back up wit' the gun, clown
You walkin North but the sign say South bound
Ambulance, yo, yo, you bucked down
Man, move, yo, kid, you duck down
Fall in the foxhole, move dodger
Hot ya vest now, move a little farther
Giddy-up hoes, you get fucked though
My aim sharp so, .38 slug so
I duck shells when they scatter 'round the rugs though
I dump twicely, I dump nicely
Kid precisely, penetrate the wall so
When I'm also
Tech penetrate yo spray ya torso

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Diggin On Da D-L"

"Diggin On Da D-L"


[Esham]
Can I dig ya on the D-L?
Pure satisfaction
Tricks B-Real
Time for some action
I'm one of them niggaz that don't smile
But fuck that pussy like it's goin out of style
For a while I've been gone,but I'm back
I kept the supersperm trapped in the jimmy hat
I gotta bitch I been dyin to fuck
So many niggaz tryin to fuck
In line to fuck
Baby girl,got it goin on
Hit the motel,to the break of dawn
Late night with my late night freak
Nigga on the creep once the city fall asleep
I like to dig these hoes,dig this here
I bust a nut in a magic trick then disappear
But you still unaware, cause you blind hoe
You out yo mind hoe
So stop diggin on the down low

[chorus]
He wanna dig it,dig it
She wanna dig it,dig it
We wanna dig it on the down low [x1]

Now it's alot of hoes in my city
And this shit's true
Everybody's fuckin
But who's fuckin who
I gotta watch the bitch with the big,fat butt
Cause she want the nigga with the big,fat nuts
A man is measured by the things that he has
And if you ain't got shit
Well I guess you ain't shit, unless
Yo game is tight
Yo name is right,wrong you can get the bitch for the night
Cause Cash Rules Everything Aruond Me
Money make a bitch pull her panties down,G
And yo,you just don't know
It could be your hoe,yo
So stop diggin on the down low

[chorus x2]

Niggaz wanna dig what I dug when I dig it
Some wanna squig what I squg when I squig it
So dig it
I'm wicket
And ain't nothin like cheap sex,love is free
But a bitch gotta pay me
Ain't nothin goin on but the rent
Love's like time cause it all gets spent
On bullshit day in and day out
Some hoes think trickin won't play out
Now who's that nigga bust a gang of nuts
In a gang of sluts
But you still don't hear me,though
Relax your mind and tricks unwind
Check the Morris Day ,cause it's time
Stop diggin on the down low

[chorus]

[woman singing]

 

[fox69]

"Dionaea Muscipula"

"Dionaea Muscipula"



Why me I be smoking blue Ivy
The bud thou, not the baby by Beyonce and Jay Z
I’m crazy, drugz is what I need man
They crazier than me they named they baby after a weed strain
So mommy guess no more dancing in panty hose
You bald head bitches look like mannequins or Amber Rose
There I go acting hard again
Knowing goddam well that pussy softer than a cardigan
Cashmere this the new spring collection
That’s last year get out of here
If you working as a stripper you a prostitute…
You suck dick and sell pussy, yeah you cute
But I only got fourty dollar, fourty
Silly rabbit tricks are for kids and bricks of those bigs
Get a shovel cause I know you can dig
They trying to wake up the dead cause they walk in they sleep
I mean they talk in they sleep
I mean they talking is cheap
Man these voices in my head telling me about some shit to do
Be glad they talking to me and not talking to you
Roxys, Oxys, all my bitches foxy
Cause my style Fonzi and you Potsi
Black Hitler my homie is a nazi
Roll they dice in this game and yell Yahtzee
I guess that’s why I’m steering this German engineering
This wicket shit is all I’m hearing nobody I’m fearing
Fear and loathing in Vegas I say this
You ain't the best and far from the greatest
Peep the latest headlines famous pop diva found dead before bedtime
I said I’m feeling like Whitney
If I fall asleep in the tub come get me
Wicket like shit be Lapazaram, Ecstasy dope fiend
Biggest award is a Grammy, a thousand that is
And I’m cooking in the kitchen with some public housing kids
Them be my amigos moving all them kilos
Call me Chester Cheetah with the Cheetos
Yeah it’s shark week and we be those
Why your girl pussy smell like Cool Ranch Doritos?
You fouling me I free throws
These weak rapper I eat those
Play them like a old game of Colleco vision, vision
I feel like Megatron and you just Starscream
Is this your nightmare or just my bad dream
Shotgun sawed off bodies will get hauled off, bodies will get hauled off
I see the demons all the time they be surrounding me
Jacuzzi bubble bath in water they be drowning me
I see the demons all the time they be surrounding me
Jacuzzi bubble bath in water they be drowning me