Esham

[fox69]

"Get On Down"

"Get On Down"




[DJ talking]
Now rockin with the best, so I'd advise all you brothas to get on down, I said get on down, get yo ass on down.

I dont give a god damn about radio play
'cause I do what I wanna do anyway
I can slit my wrists if I wanna
By the time I get to Arizona
I'm not from L.A. or New York
I chill in Detroit, on the sidewalk
City slicka, drink a little liquor
Wanna see a trick? Suck my dick
B-Boy, down for my town
Some just love the way it sound
Call me the B-D
The Unholy Esham's crankin out your CD
Man that's sweet
Beat's get broke but I still rock break beats
Call me some kinda fool
When I was ten I got kicked outta Sunday school
The reverend dont like me
He said 3 times, 3 times, 3 times, 2 is me
666 man, they callin me a sick man
But I just kick jams
Make ya say amen, I gotta G-E-T...D-O-W-N

[DJ talking]
Get on down mothafuckas to the cool rockin mello sounds of the Unholy, so I want everybody to just get on down.

Pump that shit up
You could die, and I really wouldnt give a fuck
I honestly can say
I dont give a fuck bout nothin but get paid
Take it how you wanna take it
Money, make it how you wanna make it
I'm not frontin on the facts man
It's just like that
Flip them burgers or flip them cracks
'cause it really doesnt matter to me
My pockets gettin fatter you see
Fuck this and fuck that
I lay my beats down on an ill track
Make you wanna bite it like a cookie
Kick that acid, drop it on your tounge
Suckas on the mic just rookies
Or just pass it to get on down
get down, get on down

[DJ talking]

Hold up, wait a god damn minute
After I fuck this beat I'm a nut in it
I'm droppin no babies jack
No if, and's, or but's or maybe's jack
I fuck beats all day
Nut in the speaker so it bumps the right way
Call me Unholy
Holy I'm not, cross me and get shot
Motherfucka preacher
Fuck college, without dollars they dont teach ya
Shit but how to be broke
And when ya get broke it's all just a big joke
Their all gonna laugh at ya
And tell ya black ass to go back to Africa
Your nothin but a fuckin clown
What your funky ass needs to do is just get on down

 

[fox69]

"Getthefugoutmyface"

"Getthefugoutmyface"


[Esham:]
[1st verse]
When i wake up in the morning i got to puff the gan
a pocket full of money saying IM THE MAN.
got a bitch on my line im gonna fuck today cause i didnt
get a chance to yesterday
ima hit the buzz spot and cop a bag of true
no im bout to tell you what i fina do
ima call this bitch set this date see if i can come fuck
before eight
and if i can come fuck, bust a nut, all day i be talking
bout nigga what
i got a homie in jail doing life for sure for living in detroit making it
snow
Got a nigga on the west side buying my o'z, behind closed doors he
sniffs it in his nose
want to be like scarface sniffing the white im fucking this niggas bitch all last night
and she telling how the nigga aint fucked her right, telling me all the news like Walter Kronkite
i said look here bitch i aint your man, the shits played out like dapper dan
and if you looking for love you end up wrong place
get your panties out your ass and get the fuck out my face.

[2nd verse]
First thing that i learned when i got in the game.
was never talk down on a player's name
like steve russel and white boy rick got the fbi all on my dick
Im a young ass nigga with lots of loot, the aligotor boots and aint afraid to shoot
if you bitch on my line nigga i did that cause all hoes recognize me as the mac
i dont care who tell i want to do the brat, pull th ebitch brains and fuck her from the back
i want to smoke me a blunt with cheech and chong, niggas get fucked up all night long
I want a check on friday to buy some boones a fresh pair of khakis and some fruit of the looms
take me out the hood but not the hood out me
an oz began and some hennesey
see i dont give a fuck you dont like my rhyme
a nigga like me high all the time
and we all know it aint no time to waist
imma just tell you GET THE FUCK OUT MY FACE.

 

[fox69]

"Gloczup"

"Gloczup"


Bitch it's time to get paid
How paid?
Fuck a silly snitch
Smoke a motherfucker down
Smokin' on a Philly
Nigga say he gon' kill me
Oh really?
Is he? Is he? Is he? Is he Crazy?
Fuckin' around with Rosemarys Baby
Maybe he just wanna die
Maybe he just wanna die
I be the one to bust shots
I be the one you fuck not
Plus got more raps than any rhymer on your roster
Fake ass Wigga!
You just an imposter
Gotsta bust ya down with the Gauge
As I read ya mind I flip the page
It's a new day and age
2000 A.D
Still they tryin' to play me like a dog wit Rabies
They say he's crazy
Stay up out his way
Before he hits you wit the A-K spray
B-U-L-L-E-T-S
I see you like uh, C-B-S
We smoke the Ganj cuz we be stressed
Fuck with me and catch eternal rest
This is for my Niggas in the low-lows
On the do-low stay away from the Po-Pos
I smoke a Pink Panther until I go doze
And after that I go powder my nose

[Chorus]
When they be like "What up yo?"
I be like yo "Gloczup!"
When they hit me wit tha "Wassup?"
I'm like whut "Gloczup!"
All my life been gettin' Chedda' never put the chops up
Talk some shit about Detroit and thats how you get shot up
Beotch

Homocidal, Suicidal, my Recital
Enough to take any rapper out they Title
I be the U-N-H-O-L-Y
Toe tag to Body bag make ya momma cry
I fly high in the sky cookin' up a pie
Cross me starin' down the barell lookin' up at I
Never wonder about this life cuz we all gon' die
So I redrum murder without an alibi
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Quick to bust cuz it aint no fuckin' trust
And I must say kill a Gay Fag dissin'
Spittin' venom on my style you just a snake bitch hissin'
This and that grab the strap
Killin' spillin' ya blood all over ya raps
I'll shoot Dice until his ass get craps
Plus I keep more Macs than fros got naps
Slap yo bitch on the ass
Mash on the gas
Burnin' rubber all up ya block takin' off fast
Carry a concealed weapon incase I gotta blast
In the broad daylight without a ski mask
I see you on the other side
I see you on the other side
I see you on the other side
I be the undisputed rhyme champion of the universe
I spit that Wicked shit my Acid Rap is much worse
This white boy named Eminem say he's live like me
Talkin' about he from Detroit the East Side like me
Talkin' about he don't spit Acid Rap but spit Acid like me
Bitch I'm a Nigga
And you a Honky

 

[fox69]

"God"

"God"


[Chorus]
We wanna ride, we ride
Wanna get high, we get high
We wanna touch the sky
Like angels we can fly
We wanna piece of the pie
Get the money before we die
We wanna la-de-da, la-de-da

[Esham]
It's all about the Benjamin's, the Thomas Jefferson's
Gettin' ya shine on in Detroit on Jefferson
Amen to my chrome wheels and my chrome skills
I grew up off flexin', money interceptin'
Never steppin' without the weapon
Disconnected with no papers, niggaz eject it
Watch me wreck shit wit' this style I've perfected
Carry a concealed Tech, shit for the next bitch
On the ego-trip or some God complex it's
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, murder lullaby
Yellin' out die, die, die, die
My, my, my, my
Oh my, oh God
Tell me why the wicked shit hits so hard
First of all we ball like Sammy Sosa
And keeps the toasta in case I gotta roast ya
I'm thinkin' suicidal, so don't step close to me
I'm from Detroit and dead's what I'm supposed to be
Dead's what I'm supposed to be...

[Chorus]

I'm finna bust, so call me a Mausburg
Fuck whatchu heard all I see is crow birds
Flowin' 'Word After Word', droppin' shit like a turd
Watch my energy surge, wit' the cannon, murders occured
I'm rollin', still holdin' my nuts, controllin' what I call
A super-high skydive, balla freefall
In the water wit' piranhas, suicidal Nirvana
I hydroplane and walk on water, marijuana
Ecstasy hexin' me, next to me, sexin' me
Bitches on my dick so much I need a vasectomy
Scientifically analyzed my style dissectin' me
Situations like this make me grab the Tek and squeeze
It's all about respectin these nuts I hold
Or I'll watch ya body turn cold with ya soul,
Out this atmosphere, out this hemisphere
Out this stratosphere, out everywhere

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Happy Happy Joy Joy"

"Happy Happy Joy Joy"


(I'm everything you ever were)(hahaha)
Happy happy joy joy [x9]
I was a baby boy boy
On my birthday I would always get the broke toys
No one wanted to play with me
Doctors what did they say to me
In a rubber room all day
That ain't okay to me
Brain going outta control
Somebody must have a hold
On my soul
I don't know
I don't know
Happy happy joy joy [x2]
You smilin, how you gon smile
When I kick yo teeth out!
You smilin, how you gon smile
When I kick yo TEETH OUT!
Happy happy joy joy [x2]
I was only sent up here to destroy
Everything on this earth cause that's my purpose
Everything that you spit is just worthless
Happy happy joy joy [x2]
Stick a knife in ya neck, then cut boy
Cause you know I'm a nut boy
So you learn to keep ya mouth shut boy, that
Happy happy joy joy [x2]
Betta smile bitch I'm high like L boy
George Jetson, you get wet son
Who's mothafuckin next son
My victims, I sick em
Burn they bodies and get rid of em
Happy happy joy joy
Peakin through her window
She didn't say come in but I'm goin in though
She looked at me saw me and ran
I hit her in her head with a frying pan
Happy happy joy joy [x2]
I'm a mothafuckin nut boy
I drag the body outside
The way it start to smell
You just knew somebody died
Yeah, where I'm gon hide
This bitch is just killed
Cause she couldn't keep quiet
Happy happy joy joy
He's alive, somebody tell me how did he survive
Walkin in the moonlight
You need a silver bullet
I already turned into a werewolf
Before you pull it
Happy happy joy joy
Pull the skin of the skull and make a mask
Rob a bank then blast
Happy happy joy joy
Get em real fast
Happy happy joy joy
Get em real fast
Happy happy joy joy
Sittin in ma college class
Professor made me mad
So I shot his ass
That's what you get for flunkin Hollys ass
And all you ever do is sit and lolly gas
Happy happy joy joy
I know this ain't happy this ain't joy
But I can't stop boy
Murder a menace
My mind is crazy
Happy happy joy joy baby
Happy happy joy joy [x2]
Happy joy
Happy happy joy joy [x3]
Oh no
Happy happy joy joy [x2]
Thinkin bout that boy boy
Oh no happy happy happy joy joy
Happy joy joy [x2]
Oh no thinkin bout that crazy boy boy

 

[fox69]

"Hard Times"

"Hard Times"


For the suckas that hate me
Keep my gun up off safety, while you actin all shady
Baby, thats where the snakes be
Three-one-three, D-E-T, 7 M-I-L-E
Oozi still in my pelli
Its Esham, not Alizam
Butter man, bitch swearing hard out the gutta lane
Run tell your mother man, the muthafucking cutter man
Its just another mothafucking brother strugglin
"UH" one time for Biggie
"UH UH UH" three times for Pac, and it dont stop
When i set up shop, I bought my glock fresh up out the box
Up out the plastic, situations drastic
Don't fuck around and get stretched like elastic
Once the glock Austria seventeen blasted
I put the bastard in his casket
Now they wrapping another up in plastic.

Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm tryin to get mine
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm steady with the nine
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm steady on the grind
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
hard times

[Violent J]
Hard times
I found a dead body on the way to school
I told nobody 'bout it, man I thought it was cool
I went and visited it, and talked with it, made it my friend
Until it smelled so fuckin bad I couldnt handle it man
My daddy was a hard worker, always hussling change
Because he drank so much, I think he drowned his brain
The only time we ever spoke was when he was beating my ass
He slapped my momma up, and grabbed her purse and dipped in for cash
It dont stop, tick tock until the break of dawn
A crooked-ass pig-cop i'm quick to break your arm
I climbed up into a tree at five-thirty AM
I'm huntin hay-am, pig-skinner good god damn
Somebody tried to kill me, but they missed, and pissed
The shit they ass when the black glass hollowtips hissed
And I blew his head clean off, his hat landed on his neck
And I thought, "Look at that"
Hard times

Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm tryin to get mine
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm steady with the nine
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm steady on the grind
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
hard times

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Marinating with my forearms hanging out the jail bars
Bitch, I ain't no Mel Fahr
I aint no superstar
But nontheless, he in a cell right next to me
I seen him sellin hot cars on this lot right on Court TV
So i sit back on my slab thinking "What the fuck?"
Toilet paper roll for a pillow, "How'd I get locked up?"
Was it the stalking, or maybe the murders?
Oh shit, maybe the booty-stabbing of Kim mathers?
Naw, it couldn't be, she was cool with that shit
On top of that, when i pulled out, she sucked on my dick (illlll)
Could it have been the gat in my sock? (Nah)
Could it been the block getting hot? (Nah)
Could it be about the snitch getting caught? (Nah)
Could it have been about stinkin body rot? (Yeah!)
I could of killed or I could of killed time
But I chose number one, now i'm doin hard time.

Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm tryin to get mine
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm steady with the nine
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm steady on the grind
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
hard times

 

[fox69]

"Headache / Wet Day Dreamer"

"Headache / Wet Day Dreamer"


Let me play with your mental, as I rock the instrumental
A beat and a rhyme, and funky bass lines essential
I'm goin real deep and real deep is how I go
Like Jaque Cousteau, my funky, funky flow
A hip to the hop and a cop a get dropped
At the doughnut shop with a judo chop chop
I dont play, I dont fuck around, niggaz get bucked down
With a buckshot, check out what the fuck I got
Listen to my nina go bang, boom
All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom, zoom, zoom
Car stealer, cap peela
The thrilla of Manilla, none iller, cop killer
Gorilla, a supa nigga, behind the trigga
The sounds of an A-KKK grave digga
Devil, the black devil, the devil's black
The devil's back, the devil's swinging wit an axe
New jacks run, I'm head huntin with a shotgun
Many got done, you dont want none
Know what I'm talkin bout, stack up on your Body Count
Malice Green, Rodney King, didnt do a damn thing
You cant break me down, 'cause I dont break
I do whatever it takes, I'm giving you a headache.

[various samples]

I met this young ho, I tried to get up on the coochie
I payed her no mind, 'cause she was just another hoochie
I treated her kind, but she gave no play
I played with her mind, but I dogged her anyway
She tole she would fuck me and she ran the plays
Well everytime I grabbed the ho and asked fo some ass
She tole she would suck my dick fifty ways
She would run the same story that she ran the last
I'm like damn, she said damn, I said what's up on the butt
All I wanted was a quicky just to catch a nut
But in some way I was blind, there's somthing I couldnt see
That the bitch was a dike, she got more pussy then me
Masturbating in her home all alone with a broom
All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom, zoom, zoom
Got pookie butt naked, put her pussy in my face
She had a girl friend that came by her place
As I sat back and watched to ho's eating cunts
The room started smellin like female funk
Pussy cat's with a dog, just rubbin my dick
One licked it up and down and one blew on it
I'm like damn, I got a tingle so I bust a funky jingle
I said, "My dick is single but it loves to mingle"
So I fucked and I fucked and I fucked till I caught my nut
And then I woke up.

 

[fox69]

"Headhunter"
(feat. Mastamind)

"Headhunter"
(feat. Mastamind)



Head hunter, God damn man, I'm gonna getcha
Head hunter, God damn man, I'm gonna getcha
Head hunter, God damn man, I'm gonna getcha
Head hunter, God damn man, I'm gonna getcha

[Mastamind]
Right now, I bring the dead body funk
I'm goin for the dunk, a motherfuckin head hunta
I'm takin aim, I got my eyes on the prize
Everybody drop low to the ground before I throw ya down
Bloods on my hands, somebody got hit
Fuckin witcha heads, goin in and out and in again
I didn't come to bullshit I come to drop shit
Don't ask why, life's a bitch then you'll die
I'm all fucked up in the head my minds gone with the wind
Real niggaz don't die, don't say goodbye to the bad guy
Mastamind and I came to take you under with me
Take you on a trip through my underground city
When you roam don't alone look behind ya
Run don't hide keep runnin cause I'm comin
I might find ya, Mastamind's a path finda
I gotta plan, I gotcha life in my hands
I sing my battle cry when the wicked drums are drummin
I'm the head hunta
Some old wicked shit caused a madman

[CHORUS]
I cut the head off the devil and I throw it at you
I cut the head off the devil and I throw it at you
I cut the head

[Esham]
I think I need some therapy my mind is playing tricks on me
I see everything in 3-D, I bust a shot at Mickey D
I'm better off dead, and if I'm deader then I'm better than
I looked inside his head again, fill him fulla lead again
Janie's gotta gun again someone said I done em in
If I did, I done em 13 ways so here I come again
Murder for my might I might, cut you with a butcher knife
Butcher burn you better better burn you up on devil's night
Cracka jack killa killa cracka with an ax
So take it take it yo, or take it take it slow
Better duck when I buck or you're gettin waxed
But if I got an ax you gotta go
Cause I'm the head hunta

[CHORUS]

[Mastamind]
I'm ready to do away witcha, in a day I'm gonna get'cha
Split cha, slit cha
Aggrevations of the world came down on me
Now I'm starvin for a cracker cause he tried to clown on me
Now you're life's in my hands, get down on ya knees
I'm back, I'm back to put ya on ya back
Bulldozer ya ass over, and lay ya flat its like that
I seen ya cracka smile when they hung us from the trees
Cause I had flashbacks, don't ask why I got an ax
Fightin for the blacks
Judgement day is here, time to throw the book at the crook
Take it all back, everything ya took
I step in ya face about to confront cha
I'mma take you under, I'mma head hunter

[CHORUS]

[Esham]
I think I need a shotgun, pop and I got one
Devil underground, scattered brains all around
Pull the trigga nigga, nigga I'ma grave digger
Head hunter wig splitta, slave nigga
Freaka catcha, gonna wet'cha with a bullet
Soon as I cock the hammer back, the trigger pull it
Hole in the back of ya head, so now you're holy
In God we trust so I bust with a gun shot
Holy shit I gotta empty out the holy clip
Head hunta don't stop, head hunta chop chop
I wanna blow ya baby's head off so bust a lead off
You'll be dead off, instead blood stains red off
Chopped off head in a cop car
The H-E-A-D H-U-N-T-E-R
So far haven't been caught yet
Number one suspect fuck around and get ya damn shirt wet
You know I'm gonna you know I wanna
Ya better get ya head out from in fronta
Cause I'm the head hunta

[CHORUS]

 

[fox69]

"Hellterskkkelter"

"Hellterskkkelter"


Yeah. let me get on of those big mother fuckers and shit in here.
You know what I'm sayin'?
I'm back in this bitch!
Just like Ice-T, you mother fuckers should've killed me last year!
In the house with my mother fucking brother Esham,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Gettin' a little too much power in this mother fucker!

Sick in the head, so I tryed to kill a priest,
I'm thinkin' of excuses instead of killin' me.
The symptoms of insanity got me goin' psycho,
Friday the 13th just like Michael.
If I get wreck then I wreck when I wreck it,
When I mic check one, two, when I check it.
Lookin' for excuses just to get ill,
How many cops can one man kill?
Many, plenty, all is any,
A pity for your thoughts but death is what you brought,
>From a public enemy, public figure,
Not your regular nigga.
Like a rusty razor but I faze ya like a tazer,
Think I'm malice green, and then I get dejavu,
Then I get voodoo wicket,
Slide a rusty razor across your throat then I stick it.
Shit goddamn, goddamn shit,
Suck my dick when the heater go click.
And by the way, fuck you man.
Goddamn, you better murder the man.

You betta murder the man, you betta, Red Rum, Red Rum(2x)
You betta murder the man
You betta murder the man, you betta, Red Rum, Red Rum(2x)

You betta murder me man, before some nigga get hurt,
Let a nun suck my dick in the back of a church.
Another one bites the dirt, when I put in work,
Shit, you talkin' to a expert.
The tazmanian devil, black devil,
That devil you don't know, and don't wanna know.
Cuz I'm kinda like a head hunter jack choppin' off,
And I'm gonna black, you know I wore the black,
Cape, ain't no if's, and's, or but's,
When my dick swings long, I'm droppin' my nuts to the floor,
Slap a hoe, and let her know,
Lick the hairs on my nuts, or better yet my afro.
Big nigga, cooped up gorilla,
And like Ice T, I'm a fuckin' cop killa.
Mutha fuck the Ku Klux Klan,
You betta murder the man.

You betta murder the man, you betta, Red Rum, Red Rum [2x]
You betta murder the man.
You betta murder the man, you betta, Red Rum, Red Rum [2x]

Red Rum, Red Rum, murder, murder, murder,
Standin' in my way, then I gotta hurt ya.
Never get happy, hair always nappy,
You'll get slapped G, unholy papi.
Visions of bloody bodies, bloody bodies of visions,
My mind and suicide, head on collision.
I vision an incission, some psycho precision,
Psychedelic funkin', slam jam dunkin'.
This is do or die, so I'd rather be dead,
Cops get outta line, off with their head.
I flex the text, and break some fuckin' necks,
Me and a nun had sex in special effects.
Make me crazy, mad, boy, I'm fuckin' bad,
You couldn't even add all the problems I've had.
Psycho sick, suck my dick,
Abra cadabara, black magic.
Voodoo wicket, wicket voodoo,
Scared you go boo, funky doo doo.
I'm wicket, standin' with my gat in my hand,
You betta murder the man!

You betta murder the man, you betta Red Rum, Red Rum [2x]
You betta murder the man.
You betta murder the man, you betta Red Rum, Red Rum [2x]

Yeah, bitch!
How the fuck you gonna kill a dead man, mutha fucka?
Don't you know I've been dead, mutha fuck you nigga!
I'm the mutha fucka that gave you eyes, bitch!
You seein' through my eyes, mutha fucka!
You know who I'm talkin' to, bitch!
This Dead Boy mutha fucka!
When you try and creep bitch,
I'ma get your mutha fuckin' ass!

 

[fox69]

"Hit And Run"

"Hit And Run"



Girl there go that motherfucker Esham
Hell, gia, girl, he fucked me
And Betty, he fucked me
And Betty, he fucked me
And Betty, he fucked me
And told everybody about that shit girl

I once knew a bitch by the name of Jill
I used to fuck her everyday cause she was on the pill
I didn't wear no rubber or no type of protection
'Cause the bitch was straight down in the mid-section

Now Jill had a problem with her big mouth
Tellin' all her fuckin' friends how I bust her out
And then her friend named Betty
Told me she was ready to get fucked

A nigga like me said, "What's up bitch?"
I got a jimmy hat, she said, "Gimme that"
Next thing ya know
I'm fuckin' her from the back

I bent her over made her touch her toes
Then this bitch had nut on her clothes
Damn I gotta go, so I'm out the backdoor
The booty was kinda tight so my dick was kinda sore

Bitch got shot with the bop gun
'Cause when I'm in the pussy, it's a hit and run

I met this bitch on the street
Real big booty and big lips
I spit game and I didn't even know her name
But she's a ho and a ho's kinda lame

So I said, "Lemme hit the pussy one time"
She said, "Nigga, get you out your mind"
I said, "Baby, baby wait a minute, don't act ill
I just wanna stick it in and see how it feel"

"I promise I'll take it out", but when I got up
In that ass that bitch couldnt live without
I started pushin' and pullin', and fuckin'
And humpin', yo, let me tell you somthin'

Then I called the ho the wrong name
But I don't give a fuck cause it's just another dope dame
That bitch got shot with the bop gun
'Cause when I'm in the pussy it's a hit and run

This dick of mine is like an automobile
Crashin' in your pussy and I'm out to kill
I'm that nigga your mom's warned you about
Gimme the pussy and I'ma turn you out

I don't eat pussy 'cause I ain't with that
And if you got a pussy I'd like to hit that
I let a nun suck my dick if she wanted to
Take my dick out the mouth and then I'd really love to cum on you

Hit the pussy like a priest gone bad
I hold the dick that your girlfriend had
Bitches know me, bitches blow me
Bitches put they lips on my dick like a O.E.

Then take a big sip, then I nut on the lip
Back to the motherfuckin' flow show
Esham's in the house tellin' you how the show go
Bitches get shot with the bop gun
'Cause when I'm in the pussy it's a hit and run