Esham
Peyote
[Intro]
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This is a one hundred dollar [?] of cash
[?]
One hundred dollar [?] of cash
[?]

[Chorus]
Stay off my dick, stay off my dick
Stay off my dick, stay off my dick
Stay off my dick, stay off my dick
Stay off my dick, stay off my dick

[Verse 1]
Stay off my dick, you sick little trick bitch
You can't spit, swallow it, this is wicked shit
I don't even know what the fuck I'ma say next
All I say is you cursed, microphone hex

[Chorus]
Stay off my dick
Stay off my dick, stay off my dick
Stay off my dick, stay off my dick
Stay off my dick, stay off my dick

[Verse 2]
It was one sad emcee who couldn't quit
Young rapper please stay off a n***a dick
Because most young rappers don't give a shit
They'll take a real style and make it counterfeit
It all happened in the game, tried to pop 'em
N***a didn't care, he thought that no one could stop him
That's the way it goes, that's the name of thе game
But I'd rather get monеy, and fuck that came (Fuck that)
[Interlude]
This is a one hundred dollar [?] of cash
One hundred dollar [?] of cash

[Verse 3]
Creepin' and crawlin', crawlin' and creepin'
I live a nightmare, that's why I'm never ever sleepin'
Bad dreams I'ma die this weekend
But I'm a zombie
I'm already dead, dead
D-d-d-d-dead, d-d-dead
And you can never kill me
My heart too cold, you will never feel me
I'm numb to the world's pain
My head popped off 'cause of too many migraines
Nothing like a dead body liven up the party
Everybody dancin', blood's on their pants and
Call an ambulance, man
My friend is OD'ing
He's dying [?]
He's dying [?]

[Outro]
Never see the sky
You live in a void
Never go outside
'Cause you're paranoid
Cloud burning bright
The burn feels good
Cloud burning bright