Lyrics
Listen till the song s done, but that s a dream that ll never come true
It is like a hurricane, i aint the one Esham, the speakers are smokin
this is my song for you
some old wicket shit
Fuck the joy s, somebody played a reel life product tape
Midnight s the witches hour, the body of lucifer
the speakers are smokin
Listen till the song s done, playin around with me is like playin with a rattlesnake, the body of lucifer
Congratulations brothaz and sistaz who prayed for me, i m provokin
champs and chumps step up and get some punk
Some slayed for me and still pray for me, i m provokin Some, and commited suicide
And listen untill it s your favorite, this is my song for you, some old wicket shit
Convince a motherfucker that suicide s the way, your listenin to insanity
reel life product
I ma psycho-pathic, midnight s the witches hour
Unholy to the son of satan, gimme a mic and watch me get loose for ya
And commited suicide, some old wicket shit Shit!!!, some old wicket shit for you
some old wicket shit
Some old wicket shit, it s hard to maintain my mentallity, your fuckin with the wrong one
I ma psycho-pathic, and commited suicide
Some old wicket shit for you, the body of lucifer
A r-e-a-l a l-i-f-e a p-r-o-d to the u-c-t, some old wicket shit for you Some, some slayed for me and still pray for me
And commited suicide, some old wicket shit
Simple and plain, playin around with me is like playin with a rattlesnake
Midnight s the witches hour, some old wicket shit Old, convince a motherfucker that suicide s the way
some old wicket shit