"today boys and girls we have a special speaker in the house tonight
and he’s gonna teach you about life and death"
i was born a god damn failure
dropped outta school at mitalia
found me a nickel and lost a dime
my whole life story came true in a rhyme
i don’t know what the fuck was on my mind
i tried suicide 4 or 5 times
tryed to take a whiff into wrist but it didn’t work
and it seems i’m the only one that’s gettin’ hurt
now i gotta bullet and a chain, and i’m fulla sweat
i decide to play a game of russian roulette
click, click, click i guess i loose i didn’t win
so i decide to do it again and again
now it’s gettin’ borin’ ’cause i keep on loosin’
i guess i’m kinda cruisin’ for a bruisin’
then i take a knife and put a 6 in my head
3 times then i say i wish i was dead
blood drippin’ off my forehead
and then i’m lyin’ in my deathbed, but i’m not dead
i gotta headache so i’m gettin’ somethin’ for it see
i take some tylenols, about 23
so what you wanna follow me
i got 13 ways to commit suicide
who would like to hang from a tree?
"i would i would," then listen close to me
you get some sturdy rope and put it ’round your neck
tie a real good knot, or the shit won’t work
it’s best to put it in a noose
just incase you have second thoughts you can’t get loose
now we’re at number 6
this a real goody no special effects or countertricks
tie a big rock to your foot no mistakes
then jump your ass in a deep lake
get yourself some gas, then drink that shit
then drink some more, then you smoke the cigarette
or better yet, get real drunk and take a real long drive
on the freeway down the wrong side
brother you’re bound to make a hit
it’s like lettin’ a pitbull suck a dick
so if you wanna follow me
i got 13 ways to commit suicide
now we’re on number 11
did you know suicidalists didn’t go to heaven?
‘no where they go man?" take another guess
matter fact take another suicidal test
this is what you do man
go jump your monkey ass off a real tall building
and then you live through that one
you get reincarnated mean you get to come back son
but i seriously doubt that
’cause you been tryin’ to kill yourself you don’t give a shit about that
all you wanna do is die
maybe motherfuckers kill themselves but don’t know why
but i know why i’m teachin’ you this
"why?" should you have to kill yourself, you don’t miss
to prevent a miss, you put a gun in your mouth
and blow your fuckin’ brains out
fuck your mommy, fuck your daddy, nobody cares
look how they treated you over the years
what you oughta do is kill them then you
a suicidalist dream come true
so if you wanna follow me
i got 13 ways to commit suicide

[esham]
i know this bitch who like to suck on dick
i call the hoe magic cause she’s a trick
now this bitch i knew fucked my buddy
even though the pussy was wet and bloody
i never ever once thought about fuckin the hoe
it seems like a dick always stuck in the hoe
she’s an undercover freak, like a nigga and his thang
payin top dollar just to pop that thang
oh no, the bitch got a fatal disease
she can’t keep dick out her ovaries
she like a nigga with money just a project hoe
how many dicks can one hoe blow ?
i think i seen her after church suckin on the preacher’s dick
every sunday night, gettin two dollar licks
see bitches ain’t shit on planet earth
make your balls turn blue like papa smurf
and if you bitches don’t know i’m tellin you so
and if you givin up the pussy like that, you just a 2 dolla hoe

[chorus]
what do we get for ten dollars
a two-dolla hoe
bitch don’t front you just a two-dolla hoe 6x

[esham]
bitch so saditty, actin all pretty
niggas don’t know bloods comin out your titties
now i respect hoes that respect they self
but i can’t fuck pussy that’s bad for my health
just like jackie, bitch so tacky
hit her with the kriss kross call me daddy mackie
it’s alot hoes out there playin dike
bitch, i ain’t goin out like mike
better raise up off these nuts and get a grip
cause in the 9-4, bitch don’t trip
two-dolla, can’t holla straight checkin a hoe
and i don’t give a fuck about respectin a hoe
cause if you a dog, you gon bone
fuck that pussy then leave it alone
and if you a hoe, you gon follow
dicks and nuts and learn to swallow

yea i gotta let these niggas know once again,there aint nothin wicked like this here wicked wicked shit you know what im sayin yea so if you didnt catch it the first time imma hit cho ass like this two times on yo ass…

(verse 1)
1 9 9 4 im out fo tha doe fuck a hoe
and bitches can’t fade me like an afro
my flow is wicked some doubt what we say
the unholy black devil coonta kinte
im down wit natas and they blast fo me
and niggas can’t see me in 3d
im comin at cho ass straight from tha east side
and im in the belly of the beast right
niggas don’t know the time
i’ll put a gun in yo mouth and let the taste blow yo mind
sleepy niggas awake
your faker then a silicone titty with the shakes
i makes mo bounce to tha muthafuckin ounce
and esham’s how im pronounced bitch
i hit the switch cuz i got tha shit hooked up
and my shit pure before its cooked up
mo’money thats what its all about
young hoes its all about dick in yo mouth
unholy nigga with the real life crew
we talk about real life shit we’ve been through
fuck the revren one eighty seven
and fuck heaven cause the wicked shit will never die
im doin it 24/7

(chorus)
i do it like this ya’ll a like this ya’ll
i do it like that ya’ll a like that ya’ll(im doin it 24/7)
i do it like this ya’ll a like this ya’ll
i do it like that ya’ll a like that ya’ll(im doin it 24/7)
i do it like this ya’ll a like this ya’ll
i do it like that ya’ll a like that ya’ll(im doin it 24/7)
i do it like this ya’ll a like this ya’ll
i do it like that ya’ll a like that ya’ll(im doin it 24/)

(verse2)

more niggas gettin served
cause im twice as nice with the verbs
i don’t belive in god so fuck whatchu herd
this aint no gimmic so don’t gimic my style of rappin
niggas can’t fuck wit my fleetwood macin
plus im fattin all of that n’ this and mo
i’m put to take yo ends and diss yo hoe
no singin at my funerel jus a little somthin i thought you should know
if yo pussy stank you need some dooshin hoe
as i change my flow up my mind to blow up to make you throw up
jackin my dick and so what i make ya nut but ummm
you better watch da shit as i kick it
my shotgun still but me im still wicked
as i stick it,straight up yo ass and pass to j
niggas from detriot don’t play hey
you better raise up and watch me blaze up
another cigeratte how hard can another fuckin nigga get
i whip a clip out if you wanna trip out
and shut yo mouth revren cause y dick my slip out uhh
i don’t give a fuck about heaven
cause the wicked shit will never die
im doin it 24/7

(chorus)

(verse3)

i got a suicide problem
my problem solver is a revolver
my momma wants me to get theropy i don’t involve her
cuz im wicked i like to kick it unlike no other
james smith yea that my brother i know ya herd of him
we like to smother suckas unlike them other suckas
we cause a ruckus make the police wanna buck us
so fuck us if you wanna try
some niggas said i was dead… but the wicked shit will never die
im comin straight from the cradle to the grave ya’ll
and motherfucka i can never a slave ya’ll
i pack a gat and thats for real tho
but see im nice wit my hands and plus we fuckin steel toes
i thought you knew it was jus like this
im down to tha e cause im a suicidelist yo
where all my peoples at east or the westside
northside,southside…homicide
it don’t matter aint no thang to me
cuz its all in d e t r o i t
i stay true to my city
now aint that a pitty i chopped off a gangsta hoe titty
my atitude is jus like frank nitty…shitty
all 24/7

(chorus)

this goes out to all my niggas thats true to the mothafuckin city yea there aaint nothin nothin wicked like this here wicked wicked shit
ya’ll still don’t know

30 birdz, 30 birdz all i want is 30 birdz
i’m never catchin cases, stead i’m clockin 3rd
i got 36 ounces, thousand grams of scams
anything over 500 is life so damn
i’m goin for broke, i ain’t no joke when i flip flop
niggaz want static, automaticly the clip pops
born into this life with no escape from playa hates
down to stack papes, goin pyscho like norman bates
amphetmenes, the dope fiends, i stacks greens
damn niggaz tryin to stick for my cream
my lifes turned upside down, don’t fuck around
bustin bullets for stacks, so dead bodies is found
on a mission for money, shit seems funny to me,
nigga try to take my birdz and set em free,
now how can this be i heard he caught a federal case,
caught with more dope in his crib than scarface,
talkin to federalies from detroit to cali,
nigga tryin to catch me slippin like silly sally,
i dumped his body in the alley, and shot em a close range
nigga wasn’t loyal to the game so i poped his ass

chours x2
30 birdz,30 birdz got no loyalty, 30 birdz flew away from me, them dirty birdz

i got away as clean as a whistle, another 187 on my pistol
visions of my burial, got make another move 20 birdz to go
life ain’t nuthin but money, so i make snow
sometime it get slow, i get paranoid
jail and hell is 2 thingz that i can’t avoied
mama always saw certain shit i couldn’t see
its hard for me to see gone of v.s.o.p.
a deal is deal, plus i’m tryin to make a meal
feelin bad a nigga had to kill, just to stay real
it started out samll time, big time, and no time
crime is my life and my life is crime
i’m sick of seeing dope fiends and burned down blocks
hearin screams and 17 shots from hot glocks
back in the days i used to roll down to crack spots
now i watch niggaz cry right before they die
niggaz be snitchin, you cookin keys in your kitchen
buried a half a mill, in my backyard steel
trought all the excitment, federal indietment
now i’m on the run, with 10 birdz and a gun
and even if i get caught they only know my name
i ain’t tellin no shit, cause i be loyal to this game

chours x2

i went to ten fuckin states, dropped of ten birdz
1996, january, the 3rd, i was in a detroit motel with a trick
thinkin bout goin out like maserati rick our the chambers family, y.b.i
200 key stole like redbird and i, from all the shit i did growin up as a kid
now they got my ass facing a lifetime bid, i’m on the run from the law
runnin out of time, goin out my mind, from my life of crime
seems i must a been slippin, didn’t catch the setup
bullets flying through the window and my bitch got wet up
seems i had to get my pay like demetrius holloway
down at the broadway from the ak spray
as my heart stop beating all i was hoping was not to die with my eyes open

chours x2

listen ’cause this is the sound of a crucifix
the u-n-h-o-l-y’s now in the looser mix
unholy’s inside a me so i get homocidous
the unholy poetry is for all the suicidalists
just another brother from d-e-t-r-o-i-t
i pack a smith and wesson ’cause i don’t know karate
i ain’t no punk nigga, pull the trigger is my thang though
grew myself an afro, never sported a kango
niggaz i strangle, they don’t wanna tangle
fuck a priest ’cause i mash and i mangle
i’m takin’ to the top, i’m makin’ ‘em drop
they thinkin’ i’m not, i’m shakin’em, bakin’ em, kickin’ em, stickin’ em
and always keep hittin’ ‘em
until i get rid of ‘em, i’m pickin’ up the microphone
to kick the funky d-o-p-e is on the microphone
i had to make it funky once again for my opponent
i left the stage fulla blood stains ’cause i was on it
the u-n-h-o-l-y, esham you never knew i
could kick it so wicked, inflict pain, do i?
the u-n-h-o-l-y, hell i kick a lotta titles
but this is for all the suicidalists
"my father was a priest cold-blooded, he’s dead"
"and hear the demons screamin’ as his body bled"
"my father was a priest cold-blooded he’s dead"
"poured on the holy water, bless the dead is what i said"
some say i’m the son of satan, but they’re relatin’
bodily harm, some waitin’ for the storm
that i bring when i sing, it’s a gathering of people
the u-n-h-o-l-y so check out the evil
the evil not a stunk from the wicked poetry funk
esham’s the soul that i’m projectin’ huh?
i’m like a deadly disease, 360 degrees
of the u-n-h-o-l-y so fall to your knees
dead is all around the sounds’ll pound down
and drive you insane until it busts your brain
i’ma head banger, a acid rap slanger
comin’ on stage puttin’ up my middle finger
sayin’ fuck it and grabbin’ my balls
all the mc’s in the house got shit in their drawers
’cause i’m the scarer, a one man terror
so never compare a sucka with me ’cause i run ‘em like mascara
so no need to tell you my title ’cause you know what my title is
this is for all the suicidalists
"i looked into her eyes and she was scared as hell"
"a homocidal maniac with suicidal tendencies"
"shoot me of the people i dismantle"
"so to stop her from jumpin’ i just cut up the bitches"
death is the penalty if you’re ever caught bitin’ me
some say i’m insane but it’s my split personality
the groove it’s just wicked so it makes me shake
i thought this time i’d make a rhyme and see what it takes
you suckas tried to creep me then i’ll have to get my gat
and bust you in the head for tryin’ to steal my acid rap
esham’s here just for this verse
the u-n-h-o-l-y rocks it much worse
rock and roll, heavy metal hip hopster
word after word till the break a dawn, brother
rockin’ ay, as i play
to the rhythm that i just kicked today
i’ma sway and keep on kickin’ it for the ones who buy this
the needle’s on the wax for all the suicidalists
"oh, i’m a ho so i don’t have to kill"
"i just educate minds to reality"
"uh, oh shit damn that’s another"
"so you weak ass hoes keep dreamin’"