Well I was thinkin to myself, how could I get mental
 And drop a wicked track over a funky instrumental
 I rhyme for the mind then in time you will find
 The seven sign of death, and I am the seventh sign
 The crew is like a devil, but the devil is the crew
 It's not what you know, it's only what you proof
 Some ask me many questions and wonder my religion
 I'm losin my religion, that answer's your decision
 Blacks killin blacks, seems to be the new tray
 Thought shall not diss Esham, that's a sin
 My favorite number 666, so guess again
 And if you feel the need to pray, say amen
 The drum is wicked, I think I heard him kick it
 This beat is like a pussy to me, so I'mma dick it
 I'm some like Dr. Jeckyl, but more like Mr. Hyde
 Some people heard my rap, now they commitin suicide
 Now tell me is that crazy, like Rosemary's baby
 I don't give a fuck, so your death didn't phase me
 Some call me a psychotic, I'm more like a narcotic
 My poetry's a riot, and I'm down wit mill like product
 The answer's to your questions, might off to make ya vomit
 So therefore when you ask me, I'm supposed to say 'no comment'
 I'm feelin rather splendin, some people I've offended
 But you bought my record, it wasn't recommended
 I'm in the top ten, amen, Esham the Unholy, so here we go again
 No bloops, no bleeps, no blunders, no blurs
 My style is unisex, for his and hers
 Someone to ride my topics, unholy like I drop it
 For suckers like you, I keep my pistol in my pocket
 So please no disruptions, or rude interruptions
 There will be a penalty for bitin what I'm bustin
 So please understand, that I'm the fuckin man
 Some people hear my music and they think I should be banned

 [various talk and samples]

 [Esham]
 One for the treble, two for the devil
 Three for your grave that I dug wit the shovel
 I'm runnin down the line and say a funky rhyme
 Some more wicket shit for the very last time
 I'm not the from old school and new school grade
 I dropped outta school, sixteen and got paid
 I'm glockin crazy dollars while ya fly girlie hollas
 I got much game, don't need no rope around my collar
 I treat a bitch like a ho, a ho like a freak
 Then I daze, in amaze, by the way I speak
 I'mma say what I wanna say in any fuckin kinda way
 Half you fuckas out there, don't even know the time or day