Esham - What lyrics

It's the inventor, the wicked ice cold as the winter As n***az enter The dragon, the 44 got my pants saggin' For all the whucka bring the paddy wagon The terminator, the b**h a** n***a eliminator The suicide comtemplator For your dillusions I bring wicked, that's illusions To cause ma** confusion I be the n***a bucka, the hood-rat and tittie bar b**h f**a Got n***az screamin' what the f**, see when I'm down with Lord Majai and we both yellin' die Die n***a, we comin' for ya You want to fresh style lemme show ya b**h, verbally ya never hearda the you-N-H-O-L-why 'cause I'm hellified 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 My style will make your a** drink a gla** of piss High roller, money folder Underground rap radio controller The bone breaker, the thug shaker From here to Cleveland, n***a run run To catch the dumb-dums Dumb-ditty dumb, do-wa-ditty Esham, I'm from Detroit city I flip more tactics than acrobatics Do hat tricks with propolactics Unholy, that's what my momma told me Now I do all my dirt by my lonely And most n***az want to k** you while you slangin' ki's I clock dollars while they catch Z's n***a what This one right here, this one goes out to.....