| Listen 'cause this is the sound of a crucifix
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| The U-N-H-O-L-Y's now in the looser mix
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| Unholy’s inside a me so I get homocidous
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| The unholy poetry is for all the suicidalists
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| Just another brother from D-E-T-R-O-I-T
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| I pack a Smith and Wesson 'cause I don’t know karate
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| I ain’t no punk nigga, pull the trigger is my thang though
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| Grew myself an afro, never sported a kango
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| Niggaz I strangle, they don’t wanna tangle
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| Fuck a priest 'cause I mash and I mangle
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| I’m takin’to the top, I’m makin''em drop
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| They thinkin’I’m not, I’m shakin’em, bakin’em, kickin’em, stickin’em
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| And always keep hittin''em
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| Until I get rid of 'em, I’m pickin’up the microphone
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| To kick the funky D-O-P-E is on the microphone
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| I had to make it funky once again for my opponent
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| I left the stage fulla 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?
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| The U-N-H-O-L-Y, hell I kick a lotta titles
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| But this is for all the suicidalists
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| My father was a priest cold-blooded, he’s dead
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| And hear the demons screamin’as his body bled
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| My father was a priest cold-blooded he’s dead
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| Poured on the holy water, bless the dead is what I said
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| Some say I’m the son of satan, but they’re relatin'
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| Bodily harm, some waitin’for the storm
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| That I bring when I sing, it’s a gathering of people
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| The U-N-H-O-L-Y so check out the evil
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| The evil not a stunk from the wicked poetry funk
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| Esham’s the soul that I’m projectin’huh?
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| I’m like a deadly disease, 360 degrees
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| Of the U-N-H-O-L-Y so fall to your knees
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| Dead is all around the sounds’ll pound down
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| And drive you insane until it busts your brain
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| I’ma head banger, a acid rap slanger
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| Comin’on stage puttin’up my middle finger
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| Sayin’fuck it and grabbin’my balls
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| All the MC’s in the house got shit in their drawers
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| 'Cause I’m the scarer, a one man terror
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| So never compare a sucka with me 'cause I run 'em like mascara
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| So no need to tell you my title 'cause you know what my title is This is for all the suicidalists
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| I looked into her eyes and she was scared as hell
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| A homocidal maniac with suicidal tendencies
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| Shoot me of the people I dismantle
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| So to stop her from jumpin’I just cut up the bitches
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| Death is the penalty if you’re ever caught bitin’me
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| Some say I’m insane but it’s my split personality
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| The groove it’s just wicked so it makes me shake
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| I thought this time I’d make a rhyme and see what it takes
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| You suckas tried to creep me then I’ll have to get my gat
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| And bust you in the head for tryin’to steal my acid rap
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| Esham’s here just for this verse
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| The U-N-H-O-L-Y rocks it much worse
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| Rock and roll, heavy metal hip hopster
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| Word after word till the break a dawn, brother
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| Rockin’ay, as I play
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| To the rhythm that I just kicked today
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| I’ma sway and keep on kickin’it for the ones who buy this
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| The needle’s on the wax for all the suicidalists
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| Oh, I’m a ho so I don’t have to kill
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| I just educate minds to reality
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| Uh, oh shit damn that’s another
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| So you weak ass hoes keep dreamin' |