Now I'm a true mack motherfucker smackin' wack motherfuckers Esham's in the house, suckers - you thought I fell off, thought my rhyme went stale But it took me so long to come back 'cause I was in jail For doin' some old wicket shit, kinda caught with possession and intent to deliver a dope rhyme Crime is life and life is crime Tryna give a nigga time I said one for the treble, two for the devil, three for your grave that I dug with a shovel Rollin' up suckers like Pillsbury dough Two plus four sixty-six, I'll let you know I'm OG in the place to be My right-hand man is my homie TNT G Got my back and [?] I had to make my beats funkier than last year So I dropped the funk on point to make it sweet And lay shit down to a funky ass beat I gots to pull up my pants 'cause they saggin' You'll never catch me without my mag and on stage my grim reaper be draggin' And after the show they throw my ass in the paddy wagon You see I [?] one time off-beat - couldn't have it 'cause my shit's too sweet Feel the force of your membrane, bust ya leak, bloodstains Got more rhymes than [?] got cocaine Ten kilos equals Esham solo Ya know I'm dope, hoe - so what ya run fo' I'll grab my nuts at the speed of light Call your girlfriend a bitch while I rock the mic Tell you all to suck my dick if you didn't like the show Then break the microphone, 'cause Esham's dope, hoe And brothers think I use special effects to make my voice sound sweet It's just the way I rock rhymes to a funky ass beat This beat breaks down and leaves ya broke Just to let ya hoes know I ain't no joke I said fuck the police, I'm still packin' a piece Got a sack in my pocket worth a grand at least On stage I'm rappin' with my dick in my hand Sayin' fuck racism and the Ku Klux Klan Motherfuckers wanna ban me 'cause they can't stand me But I made this funky beat for you and me Dope dealers love my beats so they [?] Keep my shit underground and close to the streets Love to rock my basslines slow so I can flow Just in case ya didn't know Esham's dope, hoe Acid Rap just wouldn't be complete Without a funky ass rhyme to a funky ass beat I've got my pistol in my pocket on stage with me - some old wicket shit I get paid to be Just the type of beat ya can't fade, ya see And the unholy MC I was to be You wanna get 'em up - we'll go toe to toe Once I hit your jaw you're gonna hit the floor Punks shoulda knew I had a knockout flow But when my nine rhymes hit 'em I consider 'em a hoe To a funky beat I break down now - how that sound And if ya didn't know, well now ya know that Esham's down I got the old school beat for the new school fool Esham's in the house and I'm way too cool I got the basslines strummin' along, I'm hummin' along wit it And if you want my funky beat then come and get it I funk on it smooth - that's how I likes to groove And if you're bitin' my beat then what you tryin' to prove Esham's in the house, so watch your freak While I'm rappin' you're tappin' your feet to a funky ass beat