It's the inventor, the wicked ice cold as the winter  As niggaz enter  The dragon, the 44 got my pants saggin'  For all the whucka bring the paddy wagon  The terminator, the bitch ass nigga eliminator  The suicide comtemplator  For your dillusions I bring wicked, that's illusions  To cause mass confusion  I be the nigga bucka, the hood-rat and tittie bar bitch fucka  Got niggaz screamin' what the fuck, see when  I'm down with Lord Majai and we both yellin' die  Die nigga, we comin' for ya  You wanna fresh style lemme show ya  Bitch, verbally ya never hearda the  U-N-H-O-L-Y '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 ass drink a glass of piss  High roller, money folder  Underground rap radio controller  The bone breaker, the thug shaker  From here to Cleveland, nigga run run  To catch the dum-dums  Dumb-ditty dum, 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 niggaz wanna kill you while you slangin' ki's  I clock dollars while they catch Z's  Nigga what    This one right here, this one goes out to.....