Killagram - Esham

It’s the Mr. Unholy sinster

Man I murdered your minister

Murder mo' niggas talkin' jive than Jeff Fenster

Witness the prime minister

Grand dragon, body baggin'

The 44 mag still got my pants saggin'

Niggas on the bandwagon

Say they suicide driven

For the unforgiven

These dead flowers ain’t livin'

Pyscho, like no

Other muthafucka so

Go upside your cranium dome

With the chrome

I’m sick of all these suckas

My mind spinning in swirls

Impregnate your body with slugs

And murdered the world

Therapeutic they connected from bullets ejected

They concluded wasn’t expected for my ass to shoot it

I’m a son of a gun

I swallow bullets for fun

My daddy with the gun powder

Shit, call me hollow tip

Little slug hate life

Living ain’t love giving

Fool, ya paranoid

So I’m suicide driven, man

I know you hate this suicidalist

The animal, rhyme cannibalistic

Realistic

Bad luck, ain’t no heart in my body

So I’m quick to pull the shotty

John Gotti and murder ya body

Foul, stack a body pile

Momma I murdered ya child

In the midnight hour

Smoking on dead flowerz

My Glock stay so hot, it spit fire

Infrared beam

Make ya scream like Michael Myers

Retire, your life just expired

I’m repossessin'

Got caught with the intent to deliver a drug possession

No question

I’m playing true confession

I’m ill with the steel

I showed the chrome to let them know I’m gone

Psychotic, Reel Life product

We play for keeps

Symptoms I’m insane

Murder yo ass in yo sleep

No therapy so I’m out to murder all of y’all

Mental migraine

Still gone off Tylenol

So now I’m out to destroy

Any nigga who wanna annoy me

Cuz I’m down with Dead Boy

Carbon-copy ass muthafuckin' ass niggas

Back the fuck up, bitches!

Comin' through this bitch

Ye, what up, niggas

Got this muthafuckin' steel dick for yo ass

Put it in yo muthafuckin mouth, bitch!

Bite this

I don’t really wanna feel like I feel

But the steel be calling my name

And it’s a shame

Bloody butcher knife

Still buried in my backyard

Mental flashbacks of how my knuckles got scarred

Niggas be smiling in my face and back stabbin'

Even though they know

I’m bullet bussin' and gun grabbin'

Die, die, die U-N-H-O-L-Y

Toe tag to body bag

Your mama cry

Born into this life

No escape from playa hates

Down to stack papes

Going psycho like Norman Bates

Ill like Reel Life

Yelling, police rebellin'

Still talking broke english and drug sellin'

O Z choppin, hip-hoppin'

Nigga with a death wish

Money and the power

Pissin' on dead flowerz