Esham - Word After Word lyrics

Im not a atheist... Oh, he let me grow up in the mother f**ing ghetto Thanks for nothin' mother f**er thats for real One of the ten commandments is thow shall not k** Tell that mother f**er with the gun in my face And get shot in the back Or should I run from this place Thats an act of insanity, "please no profanity" Says the radio, but f** you I'm a do what I wanna do I'm just tellin facts 'cause blacks are k**in blacks n***a stepped on my shoe and I shot him in the back Aint no thang gotta gang you'll all get shot too Once I sqeeze the trigga your crew is through Think Im bluffin then try me Today you'll all die see I got a bullet for you and your posse I dont bullsh**, no need to talk sh** The fuse is in your a**hole and you just lit it To live is evil, evils to live, you learn that Put it in your holy bible and burn that [chorus] Words that you hearin n***as are fearin Apearence so grewsome n***as are disapearin Put up your fist, what is this I got a mack 11 once I sqeeze the trigga your in hell or heaven I aint waitin' around for no bodies to be found Bullet to the head leave another n***a dead You gotta be suicidal to f** with a homicidal brother Suffocated under a pillow intended to smother Helldays d**h nights, midnights the witches hour Damion's your maker and he loves a blood shower It's time to die, so bye bye, you betta cry, nah You betta run or somthing 'cause its do or die If you need an a** kickin, kickin in your rib cage You was a good one it read on your obituary page Call me a ho them's fightin words As im reciting words s**ers are rewritin my words Its simple and plain to see Plain and simple to see That I'm Esham and I'm great You's a s**er but wait This is just the style that I'm using Confusing the s**ers 'cause they stupid mother f**ers [chorus] Words from the lyrical To save me's a miracle If anything I never thought Id turn in to a criminal So here I go once again, when I rhyme I sin n***as commit suicide as soon as I begin Misled, another n***a dead See I love the sight of blood 'cause my favorite colors red Im smashin s**ers crashin s**ers dreams And when it's Esham you start to scream Im hard like concrete, funky like pigs feet n***a get crazy and you'll be under six feet Verse after verse it just get's worse Another s**er reherse but first