4 All the Suicidalists Esham

[VERSE 1]
Listen cause this is the sound of a crucifix
The U-N-H-O-L-Y is now in the looser mix
Unholy is inside of me so I get homicitis
The unholy poetry is for all the Suicidalists
I'm just another brother from D-E-T-R-O-I-T
I pack a Smith & Wesson cause I don't know Karate
I ain't no punk nigga, pulling triggers is my thing though
Give myself an afro, never sported a Kangol
Niggas I strangle, they don't wanna tangle
Fuck a priest cause I mash and mangle
I'm taking it to the top, I'm making 'em drop
They thinking I'm not
I'm shaking 'em, baking 'em, kicking 'em, sticking 'em
And always keep hitting 'em
Until I get rid of them, I'm picking up the microphone
To kick the funky D-O-P-E, E is on the microphone
I had to make it funky once again for my opponent
I left the stage full of 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?
Of the U-N-H-O-L-Y, hell I kick a lot of titles
But this is for all the Suicidalists

"My father was a priest, cold blooded, he's dead"
"Then heard the demon 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"