Esham - Some Old Wicket Shit!!! lyrics

Some old Wicketshit (for you)
Some old Wicketshit (for you)
Some old Wicketshit (for you)
Some old Wicketshit (for you)

Midnight's the Witches Hour
And you're outside
Somebody played the Reel Life Product tape
And committed suicide
Trying to save your soul, it can't be done
Unholy to the son of Satan, I ain't the one
Congratulations brothers and sisters who
Prayed for me
Some slayed for me and still pray for me
I made a rhyme Satanic, it'll make you vomit
And I think I'm the shit
When it comes down to it
You knew it and know it
Satan's poet, your mind I'll blow it
If you ever heard me rhyme for the first time
Hear, it's like a hurricane
Stun you like Novocain simple and plain
Reel Life Products is insane
Your're fucking with the wrong one
Listen 'til the song's done
Fuck around and be on the wrong end of a gun
Son you're listening to insanity
But that's just the man in me
I said I'm Esham and you said
"How can it be?"
I'm a psychopathic, automatic
Reel Life Product, pro-static fuck it

Some old Wicketshit (for you)
Some old Wicketshit (for you)
Some old Wicketshit (for you)
Some old Wicketshit (for you)

I'm the automatic
Funky motherfucker named Esham
Champs and chumps, step up and get some punk
Playing around with me is like
Playing with a rattlesnake
I shake, and bake, and break the fake
E-S-H-A-M i'm him, not one of them
Reel Life Product's grim
A schizophrenic motherfucker future's
Looking dim a R-E-A-L
A L-IF-E a P-R-O-D to the U-C T
Reel Life Product's what I spelled out
Very seldom yell
Some record selling suckers, dope we sell
I have the mind of the Devil
The body of Lucifer
Give me a mic and watch me get loose for you
Convince a motherfucker that
Suicide's the way
Another homicide, I'll live another day
I lied i said I was the Unholy
Cause the preacher told me
Living in Hell all my life
And the Devil molded me
Into his own image, read the Scriptures
I'm Satanic, fuck ya'll bitches fuck it

Some old Wicketshit (for you)
Some old Wicketshit (for you)
Some old Wicketshit (for you)
Some old Wicketshit (for you)

Holy God, fuck the joys
Here comes Reel Life Products
And the Devil's noise you can't escape it
You might as well tape it and listen
And listen until it's your favorite
The speakers are smoking niggas choking
I'm provoking no joking
Motherfuckers hoping
That I get off the mic and shut up forever
But that's a dream that'll never come true
Never i'm insane
It's hard to maintain my mentality
If you keep listening you'll
Have the Devil's personality fuck it

Some old Wicketshit (for you)
Some old Wicketshit (for you)
Some old Wicketshit (for you)
Some old Wicketshit (for you)

This is my song (for you)
This is my song (for you)