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