Lyrics:

It's the, the inventor
The wicked ice cold as the winter as niggas enter
The dragon, the forty four got my pants saggin'
For all the ruckus bring the paddy wagon
The terminator, the bitch ass nigga eliminator
The suicide contemplator
For your delusions I bring wicked disillusions
To cause mass confusion
I be the, nigga bucka
The hood-rat, titty bar, bitch, fucka
Got niggas screamin'
'What the fuck!' See when
I'm down with Lord Maji
And we both yellin' die
Die nigga, we comin' for ya
You wanna fresh style? Lemme show ya
Bitch, verbally
Ya never heard of the
U-N-H-O-L-Y
'Cause I'm hell of a
Nigga, what?
Watch yo' hoe-ass

I insist, real life suicidalist
And for this I'm a white man's terrorist
I never miss when I squeeze the chrome in my fist
Mob style, I'll make your ass drink a glass of piss
High roller, money folder
Underground rap radio controller
The bone breaker
The thug shaker
From here to Cleveland, nigga run, run
Or catch the dum-dums
Dumb-ditty dum, do-wa-ditty
Esham, I'm from Detroit city
I flip more tactics than acrobatics
Doin' hat tricks with prophylactics
Unholy, that's what my momma told me
Now I do, all my dirt, by my lonely
And most niggas wanna kill you when you slangin' ki's
I clock dollars while they catch Z's, nigga, what?

Nigga what?
Nigga
This one right here, this one goes out to.....