[Intro: Violent J]
That ain't happenin'
Well (Pop pop)
Muthafuckas tryin' to kill me and shit, out here (Pop)
Well (Pop pop)

[Verse: Violent J]
Ten years ago, a friend of mine
Spit somethin' called acid rap
Rapped about the darkest shit I ever done heard
I swear I never heard of nuttin' like that (Woo)
(Well) Just a kid alone on the microphone
Rappin' these boomin' words from hell
Sellin' tapes out his trunk for a couple of months
But soon ghetto millionaires crown well
(Well) Esham Smith and his brother James
Banned outta half the state
With a brand new style called the wicked shit
Sellin' faster than the shit could be made
(Well) What's Esham like? Is he really like that?
Is Oshay really a natural born killa?
With them it's okay all day, with Esham no way
'Cause his shit be soundin' way realla
He does the Devil shit, do you believe in God?
It's the story of Esham The Unholy
And if you askin' me, how the fuck I know?
Because the motherfucker just told me, biatch!