(Chorus) Some ol wicked sh** Some ol wicked sh** Some ol wicked sh** Some ol wicked sh** Midnight's the witches hour and you're outside Somebody played the Reel Life Product tape and committed suicide Tried to save a soul it can't be done Unholy to the Son Of Satan, I ain't the one Congradulations brothas and sistas who pray for me Some slaved for me and still prayed for me Some say my rhyme is Satanic, it'll make ya vomit, and I admit I'm the sh** when it comes down to it, just suin' it do it Unholy poet Ya mind I blow it If ya ever heard me rhyme For the first time Hear, it's like a hurricane Stunnin' like Novicane Simple and plain Reel Life Product is insane Ya f**in' with the wrong one Listen to the song's done f** around and be on the wrong end of a gun son Ya listenin' to insanity But that's just a man in me I said I'm Esham and you said how can it be? I'm a psychopathic automatic Reel Life Product pro static, f** it (Chorus x2) I'm the U-N-H-O-L-Y better known as Esham Champs or chumps Step up and get some punk Playin' around with me is like playin' with a rattlesnake I shake and bake and break the fake Reel Life Product's grim A skitsofrantic muthaf**a features lookin dim R-E-A-L L-I-F-E A P-I-O-D to the U-C-T Reel Life Product's what I spit, I very seldom yell The record sella's s**in' dope sell I have the mind of the devil, the body of Lucifer Gimme a mic and watch me get loose for ya It's a muthaf**a that suicide the way Anotha h*mocide I live anotha day I lied I said I was the Unholy Cause a preacha told me The U-N-H-O-L-Y is a brotha with soul see And sink down in the goddamn screechas I'm not Satanic so f** yall b**hes (Chorus x2)