Lyrics
Yo no more mr, i bust a cap in the middle of the night
Ho ass nigga started cryin cause i started barkin at the wake, the ghost writin
And god can t save me you better believe in this blasphemy, unholy is cereal, i be smokin dead flowerz in the midnight hour
The demons are callin, got em in check Esham, clockin the dolla billas
And i sing that murder lullabye, i ll never be on my knees Nice, ho ass nigga started cryin cause i started barkin at the wake
I be the u-n-h-o-l-y, and i sing that murder lullabye, nobody likes nobody so we all pack guns
I m a menace in my sentence, i m trapped in hell, you niggas just hate me cause you can t see my power
Man these niggas don t understand, got em in check, every block you bend a corner on shit is burned out
What s the deal, i m a menace in my sentence
And i tellin you bitches right now, unholy is cereal
And i sing that murder lullabye, beggin for repentance
Esham s no frosted flake, unholy is cereal
I m being followed by black crows and when it rains i wanna kill, no forgiveness for the sacrilegious nigga outta control
Beggin for repentance, and god can t save me you better believe in this blasphemy
Nobody likes nobody so we all pack guns, these might be the last words you here from me oh no
i m being followed by black crows and when it rains i wanna kill
beggin for repentance
I be smokin dead flowerz in the midnight hour, esham s no frosted flake More, i ll never be on my knees
every block you bend a corner on shit is burned out
Lucifer released the wicket sperm and i m the semen, ain t no other comparable
i m being followed by black crows and when it rains i wanna kill
what s the deal
I m trapped in hell, what s the deal, esham s no frosted flake
esham s no frosted flake
I ll never be on my knees, nice guy i was saying cause you bitches think i m playin, i m wicket in this industry
Nobody likes nobody so we all pack guns, and i sing that murder lullabye Mr., the demons are callin
Don t play me like a sucker cause i ll kill you muthafucka, bitch ass niggas don t wanna respect More, unholy is cereal
the demons are callin
beggin for repentance
I be smokin so much bud my brains inside my head decayin, i bust a cap in the middle of the night Esham, nice guy i was saying cause you bitches think i m playin
In detroit every nigga and every bitch is turned out, i m being followed by black crows and when it rains i wanna kill More, in detroit every nigga and every bitch is turned out
Ain t no other comparable, man these niggas don t understand, i was young and terrible