Word After Word

Esham

Im not a atheist... 
Oh, he let me grow up in the mother fucking ghetto 
Thanks for nothin' mother fucker thats for real 
One of the ten commandments is thow shall not kill 
Tell that mother fucker with the gun in my face 
And get shot in the back 
Or should I run from this place 
Thats an act of insanity, "please no profanity" 
Says the radio, but fuck you 
I'm a do what I wanna do 
I'm just tellin facts 'cause blacks are killin blacks 
Nigga stepped on my shoe and I shot him in the back 
Aint no thang gotta gang you'll all get shot too 
Once I sqeeze the trigga your crew is through 
Think Im bluffin then try me 
Today you'll all die see 
I got a bullet for you and your posse 
I dont bullshit, no need to talk shit 
The fuse is in your asshole and you just lit it 
To live is evil, evils to live, you learn that 
Put it in your holy bible and burn that 

Words that you hearin 
Niggas are fearin 
Apearence so grewsome niggas are disapearin 
Put up your fist, what is this 
I got a mack 11 once I sqeeze the trigga your in hell or heaven 
I aint waitin' around for no bodies to be found 
Bullet to the head leave another nigga dead 
You gotta be suicidal to fuck with a homicidal brother 
Suffocated under a pillow intended to smother 
Helldays death nights, midnights the witches hour 
Damion's your maker and he loves a blood shower 
It's time to die, so bye bye, you betta cry, nah 
You betta run or somthing 'cause its do or die 
If you need an ass kickin, kickin in your rib cage 
You was a good one it read on your obituary page 
Call me a ho them's fightin words 
As im reciting words suckers are rewritin my words 
Its simple and plain to see 
Plain and simple to see 
That I'm Esham and I'm great 
You's a sucker but wait 
This is just the style that I'm using 
Confusing the suckers 
'cause they stupid mother fuckers 

Words from the lyrical 
To save me's a miracle 
If anything I never thought Id turn in to a criminal 
So here I go once again, when I rhyme I sin 
Niggas commit suicide as soon as I begin 
Misled, another nigga dead 
See I love the sight of blood 'cause my favorite colors red 
Im smashin suckers crashin suckers dreams 
And when it's Esham you start to scream 
Im hard like concrete, funky like pigs feet 
Nigga get crazy and you'll be under six feet 
Verse after verse it just get's worse 
Another sucker reherse but first