"Today boys and girls we have a special speaker in the house tonight And he's gonna teach you about life and death" I was born a God damn failure Dropped
[Chorus: Esham w/ kids] (Paper....Gotta have that Paper...) Gotta..Gotta Gotta Have that Paper..Paper (Paper....Gotta have that Paper...) (Paper....Gotta
Inn Bitch bring a friend And if she ain't fuckin then leave her ass home(take yo ass home) 'cause she ain't gettin nothin but the thuggish ruggish bone I'm gone Esham
Hardcore mother fucker.... Esham is the unholy! So not alot people realize, that you know, Rock-n-roll is truely black music. Esham! Esham! And you
I be the nigga with the 357 chrome plated, America's most player hated and frustrated, Suicide's still on my mind, I comteplated, Murder more niggas
(Esham) I got a ill case, paranoia blood stains on my face Close range sawed off shotgun bust I never trust, it's a must you ain't down with us From Gotham
The witch jumped on my back So now it's time for me to rhyme in Acid Rap A mic attack, so my brain starts to swell up It's time to turn the volume up
hoe asses fat I like hoes suck dick at a drop of a dime Put a gun in yo mouth and let it blow yo mind Bitch boy my names Esham for real Niggas still
Now when I say, bitch or hoe, I mean no disrespect But the name Esham, you'll never forget So all you hoe's gather 'round, while I break it down Esham
Except you keep comin around 'cause niggas like you ain't down You're dyin to be down [chorus] How can I be down is all I hear But fuck Esham was the
Esham] I got an uzi that I sleep wit' unda my covas I got an uzi that I sleep wit' unda my covas I got an uzi that I sleep wit' unda my covas [Esham
Duncan Hines Funky rhymes I like goin' in from behind Take my finger and dip it in Hittin' them skins, much skins I like choclate with extra cream
You don't know my fucking stilo? I can't fuck with you punk if you can't cop a kilo Thirty-six ozs, no goldies Hoes on their knees, bitch please I owe
They say I'm gonna be dead by day From the words I say, so hey If I get a little wicked it's ok But I gotta get paid fuckin' ay I'm not bitin' my tongue
I'm in a devilish mood.. I'm in a devilish mood... You don't understand me, I got a split personality, Showin' you a different side of reality. Late night
Except you keep comin around 'cause niggas like you ain't down You're dyin to be down [chorus] How can I be down is all I hear But f**k Esham was
It's the new style! Let me clear my throat! kick it over here! Feel the beat! umm drop! Well as I rock-n-roll and sell yo' soul No sell out but still
A thug changes, and love changes and best friends become strangers A thug changes, and love changes (yo, uh) Can it be, that i stayed away for too