Esham - Old Wicketshit!!! (Remix) Lyrics
(CHORUS)Some old wicket shitSome old wicket shit (for you)Some old wicket shit (for you)Midnight's the witches hourAnd your outsideSomebody played a Reel Life Product tapeAnd commited suicideTryin to save ya soul it cant be doneUnholy to the son of satan, I aint the oneCongratulations brothaz and sistaz who prayed for meSome slayed for me and still pray for meThey say my rhyme's satanic it'll make ya vomitAnd I think I'm the shit when it comes down to itYou knew it and know it, unholy poet, your mind I'll blow itIf you ever heard me rhyme for the first timeIt is like a hurricane, stun you like novicaneSimple and plain, Reel Life Product is insaneYour *****in with the wrong oneListen till the song's done***** around and be on the wrong end of a gun sonYour listenin to insanity, but that's just demandin meI say I'm Esham and you said how can it beI'ma psycho-pathic, auto-maticReel Life Product, pro-static, ***** it.(CHORUS)Some old wicket shitSome old wicket shit (for you)Some old wicket shitSome old wicket shit (for you)Some old wicket shitSome old wicket shitI'm the U-N-H-O-L-Y better known as EshamChamps and chumps step up and get some punkPlayin around with me is like playin with a rattlesnakeI shake and bake and break the fakeE-S-H-A-M I'm him not one of themReel Life Product's grimA phsychofrantic mother*****az future's lookin dimA R-E-A-L a L-I-F-E a P-R-O-D to the U-C-TReel Life Product's what I spelled our very seldom yelled____________________________dope we sellI have the mind of the devil, the body of luciferGimme a mic and watch me get loose for yaConvince a mother*****er that suicide's the wayAnother homicide, I'll live another day I liedI said I was the unholy, cuz a preacher told meThe U-N-H-O-L-Y is a brotha with soul seeIt's written down in the god damn scripturesIm not satanic, so ***** yall *****es.(CHORUS)Some old wicket shitSome old wicket shit (for you)Some old wicket shitSome old wicket shit (for you)Some old wicket shitSome old wicket shit (for you)Holy god, ***** the joy'sHere come Reel Life Production and the devil's grooveYou cant move, you might as well tape itAnd listen, and listen untill it's your favoriteThe speakers are smokin, niggaz chokinI'm provokin, no jokin, mother*****ers hopinThat I get off the mic and shut up foreverBut that's a dream that'll never come true, neverI'm insane, it's hard to maintain my mentallityIf you keep listenin you'll have a wicket personality***** it.(CHORUS)Some old wicket shit (for you)Some old wicket shit (for you)Some old wicket shit (for you)This is my song (for you)This is my song (for you)This is my song (for you)This is my song (for you)
