[Hook]
Some old Wicketshit! (For you)
Some old Wicketshit! (For you)
Some old Wicketshit! (For you)
Some old Wicketshit! (For you)

[Verse 1]
Midnight's the Witches Hour and you're outside
Somebody played the Reel Life Product tape and committed suicide
Tryin' 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 fuckin' 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!
[Hook]
Some old Wicketshit! (For you)
Some old Wicketshit! (For you)
Some old Wicketshit! (For you)
Some old Wicketshit! (For you)

[Verse 2]
I'm the automatic, funky motherfucker named Esham
Champs and chumps, step up and get some punk
Playin' around with me is like playin' 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 lookin' dim
A R-E-A-L, a L-I-F-E
A P-R-O-D to the U-C-T
Reel Life Product's what I spelled out, very seldom yell
Some record sellin' 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 ya
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
Livin' 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!
[Hook]
Some old Wicketshit! (For you)
Some old Wicketshit! (For you)
Some old Wicketshit! (For you)
Some old Wicketshit! (For you)

[Verse 3]
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 smokin', n***as chokin'
I'm provokin', no jokin', motherfuckers hopin'
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 listenin' you'll have the Devil's personality, fuck it!

[Hook]
Some old Wicketshit! (For you)
Some old Wicketshit! (For you) Fuck it!
Some old Wicketshit! (For you) Dance with mine!
Some old Wicketshit! (For you)

[Outro]
This is my song! (For you) This is my song! (For you) ([?])
This is-this is-this-this is-this is-thi-this is my song! (For you)
This is my song! (For you) This is my song! (For you)
This is my song! (For you) This is my song!