Listen 'cause this is the sound of a crucifix
The U-N-H-O-L-Y's now in the looser mix
Unholy's inside a me so I get homocidous
The unholy poetry is for all the suicidalists
Just another brother from D-E-T-R-O-I-T
I pack a Smith and Wesson 'cause I don't know karate
I ain't no punk nigga, pull the trigger is my thang though
Grew myself an afro, never sported a kango
Niggaz I strangle, they don't wanna tangle
Fuck a priest 'cause I mash and I mangle
I'm takin' to the top, I'm makin' 'em drop
They thinkin' I'm not, I'm shakin'em, bakin' em, kickin' em, stickin' em
And always keep hittin' 'em
Until I get rid of 'em, I'm pickin' up the microphone
To kick the funky D-O-P-E is on the microphone
I had to make it funky once again for my opponent
I left the stage fulla blood stains 'cause I was on it
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, Esham you never knew I
Could kick it so wicked, inflict pain, do I?
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, hell I kick a lotta titles
But this is for all the suicidalists
"My father was a priest cold-blooded, he's dead"
"And hear the demons screamin' as his body bled"
"My father was a priest cold-blooded he's dead"
"Poured on the holy water, bless the dead is what I said"
Some say I'm the son of satan, but they're relatin'
Bodily harm, some waitin' for the storm
That I bring when I sing, it's a gathering of people
The U-N-H-O-L-Y so check out the evil
The evil not a stunk from the wicked poetry funk
Esham's the soul that I'm projectin' huh?
I'm like a deadly disease, 360 degrees
Of the U-N-H-O-L-Y so fall t

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