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That ain't happenin'
Well
muth*fkas tryin' to kill me and s**t, out here
Well
10 years agom a friend of mine spit somethin' called acid rap
Rapped about the darkest s**t I ever done heard of, swear I never heard of nuttin' like that
Just a kid at home on a microphone rappin' these boomin' words from hell
Sellin' tapes out his trunk for a couple of months, but soon ghetto millionaires crown well
Esham Smith and his brother James, payin outta half the state
With a brand new style called the wicked s**t, sellin' faster than the s**t could be made
What's Esham like? Is he really like that? Is Oshay really a natural born killa?
With them it's OK all day, with Esham no way, cause his s**t be soundin' way realla
He does the Devil's s**t, do you believe in God? It's the story of Esham The Unholy
And if you askin' me, how the fk I know? Because the muth*fka just told me, BYATCH!