[Verse 1: Esham]
It's the Mr. Unholy sinster, man I murdered your minister
Murder mo' n***as talkin' jive than Jeff Fenster
Witness the prime minister, grand dragon, body baggin'
The 44 mag still got my pants saggin'
N***as on the bandwagon say they suicide driven
For the unforgiven,,these dead flowers ain't livin'
Pyscho, like no, other muthafucka so
Go upside your cranium dome with the chrome
I'm sick of all these suckas, my mind spinning in swirls
Impregnate your body with slugs and murdered the world
Therapeutic thinkin' that the mo' bullets ejected
They concluded, wasn't expected for my ass to shoot it
I'm a son of a gun
I swallow bullets for fun
My daddy with the gun powder, shit
Call me hollow tip
Little slug hate life, living ain't love givin'
For ya paranoia, so I'm suicide driven, man

[Verse 2: Esham]
I know you hate this suicidalist
The animal, rhyme cannibalistic, realistic
Bad luck, ain't no heart in my body
So I'm quick to pull the shotty
John Gotti and murder ya body foul
Stack a body pile, momma I murdered ya child
In the midnight hour
Smoking on dead flowers
My Glock stay so hot, it spit fire
Infrared beam, make ya scream like Michael Myers
Retire, your life just expired, I'm repossessin'
Got caught with the intent to deliver a drug possession
No question
I'm playing true confession
I'm ill with the steel, I showed the chrome
To let them know I'm gone
Psychotic, Reel Life product, we play for keeps
Symptoms I'm insane, murder yo ass in yo sleep
No therapy so I'm out to murder all of y'all
Mental migraine, still gone off Tylenol
So now I'm out to destroy
Any n***a who wanna annoy me 'cause I'm down with Dead Boy
[Dead Boy Talking]
Carbon-copy ass muthafuckin' ass n***as
Back the fuck up, bitches!
Comin' through this bitch
Ye, what up, n***as
Got this muthafuckin' steel dick for yo ass
Put it in yo muthafuckin' mouth, bitch
Bite this

[Verse 3: Esham]
I don't really wanna feel
Like I feel, but the steel
Be calling my name
And it's a shame
Bloody butcher knife, still buried in my backyard
Mental flashbacks of how my knuckles got scarred
N***as be smiling in my face and back stabbin'
Even though they know, I'm bullet bussin' and gun grabbin'
Die, die, die U-N-H-O-L-Y
Toe tag to body bag, your mama cry
Born into this life, no escape from playa hates
Down to stack papes, goin' psycho like Norman Bates
Ill like Reel Life yellin', police rebellin'
Still talking broke english and drug sellin'
OZ choppin', hip-hoppin'
N***a with a death wish
Money and the power
Pissin' on dead flowers