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Born beat up and always
Never thought I'd turn a criminal if anything

from the cops like Al Capone

Goin Rambo on them mother fuckers Sly Stallone

Got a gat in my pants like its of my belt

scared like butter so they start to melt

I stand like concrete in Detroits streets
What a man throws away is what a poor man eats
When i was 5 my mind start to

Told my teacher i to be like Hitler when i grow up
When i was 7 disregarded the of heaven

When i was 10 i commiting sin
I went to church on and i cussed out the reverand

When i became an adolescent i never my lesson
and voodoo with needles and pins

Puttin in mother fuckers with a fuckin smith and wesson

A homicidal vital recital Esham my
I my shit is deaf and i know you want a bite oh

But no dont do it you'll be a carbon copy

Esham is original and else is sloppy
Still i kill im sweet like Hill

Not average everyday elemantry run of the mill

Mother fucker get it strait i dont battle thats for

You wish you was down Reel Life Product aint that right brothers
I dont bullshit no to bullshit

You pull some shit and you'll be pullin bullets n

think im bluffin pull me bluff and get fucked up and

Its time for me to up cus i really said enough