Pitchbull the beatmaker, nigga
I was standing stiff on Joseph Campau and Caniff
Fresh out the chop suey, it's Esham Smith
Jumped in my whip, them start to drift
Puffing that piff, you smell me one whiff
This wicked shit I spit is a gift
Drive you to suicide, you need a lift
I was rocking and rolling, controlling my mind
I done said this shit like six hundred sixty-six times
Feeling kind of fucked up, bitch niggas lucked up
Can't hang with the big dogs, you just a young pup
Pulling up on the horn, in something foreign
Ride, [?] with the steering wheel on the other side
A hundred miles an hour, money and power
I can bake cookies, but this ain't no flour
My coupe got no roof, I'm telling the truth
They know I killed [?]
What can you prove? The Devil's Groove
Nobody get hurt, don't nobody move
Freeze, freeze, freeze, freeze
Freeze, music, please
Shaking off fleas, lemon squeeze, you sour
Me and your wife in the shower
And she dropped the soap, Esham is dope
You know what happened next, I hope
I just let the beat beat up, give my rhyme time to heat up
Weak rappers I eat up, they smoking my weed up
They getting too comfy, they think that they know me
They must be forgetting I be the Unholy
I don't got on jewelry no ice in my Rolly
So hands out your pockets, and empty them slowly
Slow, whoa, see, there you go
Look what you made me do, shoot off your baby toe
"You shot off my baby toe! My baby toe!
This little piggy won't make it back from the store!"
This little piggy got killed at the market
And bet he never knew he was the target
This little piggy had roast beef
So he got smoked like an Indian chief
I'm just saying my piece, I'm just packing my peace
And I protect myself from the beast
This little piggy, I followed him home
He huffed and puffed, but I blew off his dome
Now the detectives won't leave me alone
But I told 'em come on, I told 'em come on
They found fragments of skulls all in my ceilin'
My fingerprints on the murder weapon is really revealin'
They know me from way back, been making a killin'
Super killin', 'cause I'm a villain
Redrum's the drink, blood's on my pants
I blacked out again, now it's blood on my hands
They put your body in the ambulance
I went to the graveyard and did me a dance
I dug up your grave and opened your coffin
Looked at your face and said see you more often
I'm the new gatekeeper, the grave robber
Leave the goat blood sucking to chupacabra
The trail is bloody, the bloody trail
Singing these lyrics, you might go to Hell
Chopped off your head, took that diamond off pinky
And I still be boomin' words from Hell [?]
A dead body really, really is stinky
It really, really is very stinky
[?] acid in the house
It dissolves the bones
