Homey Don’t Play! Esham

[INTRO]
(Andrew Dice Clay samples)

[VERSE 1]
Born broke, beat up, and always honked at
Give me an Uzi and all you suckers get the fuck back
I'll bust your mind like a watermelon
And as you listen you'll find your brain swellin'
I'll go ooh so
Solo, who so dares compare themselves with death, die
Don't ask why my style is uncopyable
Some try, but they're just too sloppy, so
Thou shalt not come closer
Cause all the suckers who bite'll blow up like an explosive
I'll stamp a pentagram dead on your forehead
And as soon as you say a lyric you're dead
X marks the spot where your body falls
And then I'll grab your soul and roll, cause my duty calls
So all you suckers get the fuck out my way
When I drop the mic you'll say
Homey don't play

[SAMPLES]

[VERSE 2]
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, hell of a helly
I'm like the Devil in your body writing "Bite me!" on your belly
Like the Exorcist, the Devil's Groove keeps flowing
Turn out the lights and my body starts glowing
In neon, that's cause I'm beyond reality
The U-N-H-O-L-Y
There's a lot of evil minds
But only one Devil of a dog
Turning back on what you get, but don't forget
I hit like no other
You see my rhyme is like a pillow it's made to smother
Try to diss me I'm going to murder you
I never heard of a son of a gun, uh
And I'm going to kill uh, everyone of you
Something you've never seen
Put you in a guillotine
The psycho labeled me as a killer teen
When I drop the mic your parents pray
Get the fuck out my way
Cause Homey don't play