The U-N-H-O-L-Y rock and roll, he's in the house to sell your soul The U-N-H-O-L-Y rock and roll, he's in the house to sell your soul Just 'cause I'm black they say I don't know how to act If I was white they'd be sayin' the shit's alright See I was born a baptist, so now I gotta rap this rap - the acid rap They sayin' I'm an atheist When they spot us they're screamin' out Natas The devil's in the mic and he's wearin' a [?] When I was born I found it hard to be black But I picked up the mic and said fuck that Acid rap hero, less than zero The U-N-H-O-L-Y S-O-L-O I'm kinda solo Fuck that man with the bible in his hand makin' profit off the poor man Know what I'm sayin' They sayin' sacrilegious just because they don't dig this You don't understand because you're mindless Time will tell just who'll go to Hell Sell my soul and my soul I must sell See what I'm sayin' 'cause I'm sayin' what I see - the U-N-H-O-L-Y's who I be I'm goin' straight to a lyrical spiritual miracle Some don't hear me though - but when they do they gonna fear me My [?] of weapon is a nine automatic My microphone's had it, time for me to trash it Picked up another mic and rocked the world 'Cause I'm a nigga with an attitude minus the Jheri curl Platinum voice, the people's choice is me The unholy poet who melts the M-I-C I'm that guy who made the doves cry Esham and my title Is the U-N-H-O-L-Y rock and roll, he's in the house to sell your soul The U-N-H-O-L-Y rock and roll, he's in the house to sell your soul Bring in verse two, gettin' funky for you Esham's dope, hoe - I thought you knew But back to my hellafied rhythm and overdose Puttin' suckers' heads to bed now in a comatose Dead bodies start stinkin', the funk of a dead man The rhythm's like a rotten body, so nod your head man Grabbin' my nuts sayin' what's up Bitches don't like me 'cause I dog 'em like sluts But fuck that, I'm a real one If you lost your Esham tape man go steal one 'Cause it's the funkiest shit ya ever heard of I keep flowin' word after word of funky fresh shit that you just can't fuck with Tastes so good all the suckers wanna bite it Rock and roll and I'm rockin' your whole block Esham is the fuckin' king of rock I got a lyric like an uncooked steak - just raw My rhyme makes you get writer's block and lockjaw But never forget I'm the nigga behind the trigger And when you see me you'll say hey, there go that devil nigga You're damn right, you better take a couple steps back Before I crack your fuckin' skull with an axe, jack And then your whole fuckin' family'll cry 'Cause you just got hit By the U-N-H-O-L-Y rock and roll, he's in the house to sell your soul The U-N-H-O-L-Y rock and roll, he's in the house to sell your soul