[Esham]    Uh, 1-2, 1-2  Yo, this one goes out to everybody out there that's...  Walkin' on da flatline, out they mind    Walkin' on da flatline, nine, when I rhyme  I'm flyin' in a Benz two-seata, holdin' on my heata  Need a green leaf (bitch) don't getcha' ass smoked like reefa  Sendin' you quicker to meetcha muthafuckin' Jesus, believe this  Hell on earth, how much is your life worth  For 36 O's I'll leave you with ya eyes closed  Forever doze, I arose, the 'Day of the Dead'  Comin' through wit the ooh just to paintcha down red  I said 'Unholy' you got scared  'Cuz the day I rolled around the world wasn't prepared  My style venomous, ending lust and with us a Mausburg bust    (Chorus)  Bitches, I ball and I'll never stall  So give me a call, I'll murder you all  Y'all gonna fill in time, the chalk line  Walk da flatlines [2x]    Another evil day, music melodic, Reel Life Product  Mechanical, my mind's smokin botanicals  Deconstruct then reconstruct your whole structure  Roll ya block 'till it rupture  If ya get knocked off ya money is still cluster  Gettin' clocked by another hustler  In this game there ain't no 'trust us'  There ain't no justice, so if you fuck us, bullets will bust  Retaliation is a must, plus  A code of silence to this underworld violence  Violence, violence  A code of silence to this underworld violence  Blood money, cocaine got my nose runny  But I somehow still manage to stay scummy  Run over you in the truck like a crash test dummy  My star to the bitches 'round the world, they love me  But ain't no love for these hoes, I treat 'em all like foes  Smoke 'em wit' the .44 like hydros  Money is the key to end all ya woes  Ya ups, ya downs, ya gettin' highs, gettin' lows  But money be the root of all evil I suppose  That same evil's got blood stains on my clothes  That same evil's got blood stains on my clothes  That same evil's got blood stains on my clothes    (Chorus)