Now once upon a time, way back in the day 

There was an MC-killer by the name of E-S-H-A-M 

And he was known to murder them all 

Gun-clapper leave a rapper brains all on the wall 

Now, nobody coul fade him cause he was known to murder em 

And kill the wack DJ's who never heard of him 

The radio was scared, they wouldnt even listen to him 

But he's gettin payed, and the flash of pistols to em 

He lives underground in parts unknown 

He's known to take your cookies to boogie the bloody microphone 

Seven MC's, put them in a line 

Then add seven more niggas who think they can shine 

Well, it'll take seven more before I'll go for mine 

Then I'll "blocabloca" my nine rhymes at the same tizzime 

They say, "MC-killer, dont let him rhyme around you, 

He's bound to pull a nine and blow your mind all around you" 

Now they got a white chalk line all around you 

Hanging from a telephone pole's how they found you 

Psychopathic, automatic 

Weapons get drawn if you got some static 'cause 



This is how the story goes 

People these days are really out cold 





Great scott, a monsters high on top of the Penasca 

Bustin off shots with the twenty-five-shot glock 

This is back when the wizard was cutting shit up 

Plus ain't nobody saying nothing, so I'm shutting shit up 

Killed another MC, scoped him from high off the tower 

Radio stations blow out your power, sniffin powder 

How the fuck I killed another DJ? 

Special request: I serviced his ass with the AK 

P-P-P-P-P-Pow muthafucka, ain't no love in my mind 

Ain't no tarnishing my game, ain't no dulling my shine 

Still nine dead bodies real hard to find 

And if you want to kill some more times, press rewinD 



This is how the story goes 

People these days are really out cold