Lyrics
but still i don t stop to the beat
It s labelled as wicked shit, i m like the devil in your body writin bite me on your belly Esham, cause homey don t play
Don t try to bullshit cause i ll fill you with bullets and shit, the devil s groove keeps flowin
then i ll grab your soul and roll
I ll go oo so, hell of a helly
cause my duty calls
Cause all the suckas who bite ll blow up like an explosive, unholy is homicidal
but suckas can t see me cause i m a ghostwriter
Suckas are suicidal, i ll bust your mind like a watermelon, keep my mind jumpin
i hit like no other
Homie don t fuckin play, i can get in doubobly
Get the fuck out my way, funky funky fresh
Cause all the suckas who bite ll blow up like an explosive, can t you get it through your head
Unholy is homicidal, i can get in doubobly, solo who so deads compare themselves with death die
I m comin inside your mind and i m takin your title, the u-n-h-o-l-y
The u-n-h-o-l-y, homie don t play
The u-n-h-o-l-y, if you listen too hard it might kill instantsistantly
The psycho labelled me as a killer teen, your thinkin so hard your fake me cause your mind hurt
Can t you get it through your head, if you listen too hard it might kill instantsistantly
So all you suckas get the fuck out my way, funky funky fresh Esham, of the dog turnin back on what cha get
But they just too sloppy so thou shall not come closer, your thinkin so hard your fake me cause your mind hurt Play!, suckas thinkin i m takin a break
Homie don t play, hell of a helly Play!, i hit like no other
And it won t stop cause i won t stop, the psycho labelled me as a killer teen
Everytime i drop the mic i bet everybody say, and as soon as ya say a lyric your dead, homie don t fuckin play
Homie don t play, you see my rhyme is like a pillow it s made to smother, homie don t fuckin play
and it won t stop cause i won t stop
i never hearda ya a son of a gunner and i ma kill a everyone a ya somethin you ve never seen
rockin instrumentally
everytime i drop the mic i bet everybody say
X marks the spot where your body falls, x marks the spot where your body falls
But still i don t stop to the beat, of the dog turnin back on what cha get
i ll go oo so
Rockin instrumentally, but mentally
don t try to bullshit cause i ll fill you with bullets and shit
Cause all the suckas who bite ll blow up like an explosive, solo who so deads compare themselves with death die
And as you listen you ll find your brain swellin, get the fuck out my way
Get down to the rhythm of death, there s a lotta evil minds but only one devil
Cause homey don t play, better change your last name cause i m goin in alphabetical order, but don t forget
Rockin instrumentally, then i ll grab your soul and roll, get down to the rhythm of death
Get down to the rhythm of death, try to diss me i ma murder ya