The Devil Gets Funky Esham

When I was born broke, I was a joke to many
But then I said gimme that respect now you're on my jimmy
The Unholy, bumpin out your system
My kinda music'll make ya go get a exorcism
I took a journey in ya mind and then I came out
And when I said I'm out your mind I blew your brain out
Some think I'm voodoo
But still I'm funky like doo doo
Unholy's in the house with the whole kit and kaboodle
Microphone mysterious
Some say I'm delirious
But if you bite my rhyme then you'll die and this is serious
The seventh sign of death is the groove so lemme groove ya
My flow is just to funky for you its time for me to move ya soul
Then I rock n roll to the next phase
I'll make ya ears bleed blood on the air waves
I think the rhythm died, I tried to resurrect it
But if my shit wasn't def then you'd eject it
Disconnect it, uncorrected, as you selected
As the devil gets funky

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More Bounce... Hold it now, that's PLAYED OUT!
What the fuck is that funky smell?

Now is the Unholy sacrifice
You'll pay the price crucified like Christ on the mic
Some wonder the evil that men do
I dont pretend to, cuz I'm fin to
Get wicket for the sake of my own soul
Sold my soul to the highest bidder, now I'm finna
Drop juice, or should I say Acid
Get loose and try ta diss you'll getcha ass kicked
I got a knife and I'll cut cha throat
And I'm stabbin any mothafucka who said I wasn't dope
Now you see me, now you dont
Now you wanna be me, I wonder what fo'
Is it cuz, Esham's far from a fuckin ho
Fuck with me and I'll end up on death row
You'll get broken in just like a pair of slacks
I break ho's, break hearts, and break backs
Killer tracks on wax attack
Cuz my mouth is so dirty they wanna wash it with Ajax
My nine rhymes go bang, it ain't no thang
All ya'll pussies can't hang as the devil gets funky