[Intro: Violent J]
We got wicked ways, for your sunny days
We got murder for your birthday parties, yeah
We see diamonds fall, got our dicks topped off
But we still can't wait to be dead bodies, yeah
[Verse 1: Esham]
So many snakes spittin' venom speakin' my name in vain
Knowin' my claim to fame is this game I slang
Through the storm and rain, shotgun thunder and pain
Tell me, am I to blame if I blow out your brains?
Gimme one good reason I should not be squeezin'
On every bitch-ass nigga like you 'cause this bitch-ass nigga like you season
I'm a real sick fella, big fella
You got a lotta lip for a nigga who ain't shit, fella
Always been about my hustle, been about my money
It ain't all about rhyme and I ain't never act funny
But these bitch-ass niggas in this game unreal
Quick to flip the fuckin' script for the mass appeal
But once they blood gets spilled, let's see how many feel
That they gotta die for another shady record deal
Who am I? The pretty boy, the city boy
The sniffin' coke up off ya titty boy, the gritty boy
Been never actin hostity boy
The hold it down wit me boy, I seek and destro
I get paid to employ ya so I must employ
MCs enjoy my style but yet they still annoy me
We got wicked ways, for your sunny days
We got murder for your birthday parties, yeah
We see diamonds fall, got our dicks topped off
But we still can't wait to be dead bodies, yeah
[Verse 1: Esham]
So many snakes spittin' venom speakin' my name in vain
Knowin' my claim to fame is this game I slang
Through the storm and rain, shotgun thunder and pain
Tell me, am I to blame if I blow out your brains?
Gimme one good reason I should not be squeezin'
On every bitch-ass nigga like you 'cause this bitch-ass nigga like you season
I'm a real sick fella, big fella
You got a lotta lip for a nigga who ain't shit, fella
Always been about my hustle, been about my money
It ain't all about rhyme and I ain't never act funny
But these bitch-ass niggas in this game unreal
Quick to flip the fuckin' script for the mass appeal
But once they blood gets spilled, let's see how many feel
That they gotta die for another shady record deal
Who am I? The pretty boy, the city boy
The sniffin' coke up off ya titty boy, the gritty boy
Been never actin hostity boy
The hold it down wit me boy, I seek and destro
I get paid to employ ya so I must employ
MCs enjoy my style but yet they still annoy me
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