tha black devils’s back i gotta step into da mix
sum brand new shit and the 666
i should reck shit
shit get recked
when i hit the stage with the fuck you extpecked
don’t be a mutha fucking 2 timeing bitch
i’m not a cross over and don’t plan to switch
i rock and rythim
like i wuz i witch
9 died bodies throne in the ditch
u wanna drive my wild then come test my style
i’ll cut yo head off and through in the pile
i’m vearse a tile
a voodo child
don’t sweat tha tecknike
but peep tha the teck style
get wickit cuz i’m raising hell
do it just as well to bust a brain sell
the unholy’s yo man
666 and mic in my hand

666 and a mic in my(repeat 4 x)

the u.n.h.o.l.y flows is what i drop
cut you head off then fuck you so i now where the heads at
slipin my dick in side a wet one
after i buss my nutt i gorge jetson
and leave no doubt
i’ll kick my foot up you ass
and kick yo fucking pussy out
i’m not a romantic
deadly ropantic
i’m a pshicatic lunatic skitso frantic
i got a tatoo of a dick on my foot
so when i kick you on the ass i’ll be fucking you up too!
so roll with me roll with me
if a chop off yo head the police gonna come get me
i got a axe for all tha new jacks
so when i swing i’ll know where yo head’s at!

666 and a mic and my hand(repeat 4 x)

i’m the mista with the musical magic
deadly represser but it’s still kind of bad shit
i can get funky too
and jump in the pit like honkey too
but i’m no white boy
i’ll slit yo throat
in the middle of the night boy
killas don’t talk or stalk the streets
i’m like a canibal
cookin sum dead meat
i’m down with r.l.p!
25 preachers in a church couldn’t save me
i roll like manic
they say i’m insane for that
rapp brainiack
listen to da fucking drama
i listen to the screams of the musical jeffery doma
but u don’t under stand
you can’t kill a dead man

666 and a mic in my hand(repeat 4 x)

666 666 666 666!
666 666 666 666!
666 666 666 666!
and a mic in my hand!!

you don’t know my fucking [stilo?]
i can’t fuck with you punk if you can’t cop a kilo
36 ozs, no [goldees?], hoes on their knees, bitch please
i owe the mob 4 million
they want their money or their dope or they’re killing all my children
fuck that i’m bruce wayne insane, if you see me in the rain i’m selling cocaine
you see i just joined the mob man
and see the run with the righteous or batman and robin
and i ain’t with the stick up
for every nigga that you stick up
he’s bound to call his clique up
i got to worry ’bout the police
and the f.b.i., wanna know why
cuz i’m a million dolla ball playa
and these minor league niggas would love to see me fall playa
i’m on craps like 2 dice
fuck fm 98 and that bitch nothin’ nice
i’m underground like p-funk,
and i’ll still put you’re bloody body in the fucking trunk punk
i’m on 7 mile riding dirty
with a birdie in the trunk and a bag of funk
nigga what?
i’m on 7 mile ridin’ dirty
168 i hate to jump back
so now i must add and subtract to pay the stack
ill automobiles, v12’s and meals
a half a million dollar house out in he hills
my chrome plated .357’s my tool
nigga don’t make me out a fuckin’ fool
you’s a hoe ass nigga, ain’t got no loot
if basketball was a gun, you’d be scared to shoot
fuck that rap that you saying, don’t make no sense
my recital is vital once i commence
got 36 oz, one kilo z
2 8th’s is a half and 4 is a key
i’m a street politician so i politic
if the chicken ain’t cookin’ then the grease ain’t clickin’
get a bird mother fucker, fuck that a nine to five
call me john travlota cuz i’m stayin’ alive
7 mile ridin’ dirty
to all my homies sellin’ dope, don’t be a snitch and don’t go broke

the witch jumped on my back
so now it’s time for me to rhyme in acid rap
a mic attack, so my brain starts to swell up
it’s time to turn the volume up and raise the hell up
a microphone overdose, too much dope
some suckaz choke but i hope they all croak
this is the u-n-h-o-l-y
no need for applause ‘cuz i’m hella fly
i picked up the mic and get ya strung out
on that acid rap, like a stamp, you all based out
once you hit it there’s no turnin’ back
it’s that acid hip-hop rap that’s like crack
i’m gonna hit ya with another fix
so i added the new-improved inside the mix
and ya hunger like a dope fiend, off of what i did
i got you all strung out, on acid

shoot it, smoke it, sniff it, or just listen to it
some try to copy my chemistry but can’t do it
can’t get the formula right so it’s fake dope
suckaz be ass-bangin’ soda with benzol
but i’m a real nigga from the streets of motown
where rock and roll started, now i’m the hardest artist on the planet
some can’t stand it and take it for granted
but i always recoup and they don’t understand it
all in my rays of more ways i daze and faze
and never seem to amaze the one who blazed
the a-c-i-d, ac-dc
pump it out your system it’ll blow up your battery
i’m a hard rock, gunnin’ down brothers like billy the kid
do what i did, now you’re doin’ that acid

you’re blind, to the fact i blowin’ your mind
got ya all tryin’ to learn my line so hit rewind
the u-n-h-o-l-y will take it back in time
in due time you’ll find i flow time after time
i’m down for mine so stop the bitein’
heard you tried to sound like me when you was recitein’
thought it was a reverb of my voice but you’re wrong son
i’m the people’s choice and it’s been like that from day one
i flow like a pro, it takes a life time to know
to bite my style you have to go to first
it gets worse as the verse lies, and attract flies
as i metamorphosize from jekyll to hyde
and this is for the suicidalist and jesus christ
i met elvis in hell but who will tell the tale
of everything that i did
unless you put it on your tongue, and do that acid

this is a three minute high, or even more
ya get a rush from the rhythm so even the score
you gotta pump it up to 10 again can i get an amen
it don’t stop, until i say when
i’ll make you’re eardrums bleed for days
acid rap, some treat it like coke and catch the wave
niggaz be scared to listen some dared but didn’t prepare so they can’t
some drop dead and faint
this is the unholy, preachin’ like a reverend
except when i die i’m not goin’ to heaven, yo
because i write the @#%$ ya sniff
and when i bust on riff ‘cuz most niggaz can’t deal with
what i’m sayin’, some be prayin’
the unholy is here to say that’s how it’s layin’, acid

felatio
felatio
felatio
felatio
felatio baby
it feels so good yo
twelve gauge
road rage
watch me dive right off the stage
into the sea of life
where you will never age
body hemorage
street labodomy
sodomy
cut the ratio
female felacio
with my nine inch nail
i wanna fuck you like an animal
hanabal
straight out the bush of the jungle
early mungles
till the moon never fumbles
sticky glue gets crumbled
we wanna rumble
all these girls and these boys
lets make some noise
out here you only got 1 choice
thats to enjoy
every minute ever hour end of hour all hour
thrustin through the galixy i only move foreward singin

ah-ha ah-ha singin ah-ha ah-ha singin ah-ha ah-ha ah-ha

toys in the darkness let me spark this let me start this
reguardless of viagra still the hardest rap artist microwave road rage
rave back to your cave unless you be livin in the home of the brave
s n m bring your mamma and her friends s n m bring all horny friends
imma part of this just like you
imma a diciple of natis with work to do
ill bide you guide you hard to slip inside you
back but i know what you want someone to hide you
bump jump get it crump gang bangas love to dump
down with work so watch my universal slummmpp.

uh uh uh… singing ah-ha ah-ha….

(chorus)
[esham]
all night everyday
[heather hunter]
you can have it your way baby
[esham]
all night everyday
[heather hunter]
i can give you whatchu need
[esham]
all night everyday
[heather hunter]
beats keep bumpin’ ’round my way
[esham]
all night everyday
[heather hunter]
body needs my super cream

[esham]
get me paid, get sprayed, hang wit’ homies that’s made
come through ya town, put it down like a parade
see i come from detroit and it’s all about dylan
when i black jack five dollas stacked to the ceiling
in my v12 ‘boomin’ words’ straight from hell
blaze green all day, tell me what do ya smell
bump the beat up in city heat, double-oh-7
east side i ride, ak-47
you can get a lap dance for less than 20 dollas
playas in my city known for poppin’ they collas
the styles that you runnin’ ’round wit’ is ours
you and them ’shady’ suckas is nothin’ but cowards
bang ya brains in the dirt, make ya go bezerk
if you rap wit’ emily, your ass gon’ get murk
i’m the e to the s to the h-a-m
if i wasn’t then why would i say i am
pull a jack, sell a sack ‘cuz the babies need similac
you remember that rollin’ in a cadillac
you wanna’ battle rap, i swing the battle axe
chop ya head off until hailey go tattle that (da-da)

(chorus)

[heather hunter]
all night everyday you can have it ya way
i gotta clock my pay from detroit to la
ok, it’s heather hunter not the ‘number 1 stunna’
in the collady fair, fast as the road runna
the bitches they speak about, the freak of the week no doubt
ya man was late for dinner ‘cuz he was eatin’ me out
i get it on like that ‘cuz i was born like that
ya man jacked off to my porn in fact
‘cuz it’s too hard to mack me
i be ‘cummin’ on america’ ‘action and jack me’
cream on, heather hunter, twice as nice
screw the right thing and watch the ice bling
so tell me how you want it, push or pull
2pac was ridin’ me on a mechanical bull
it’s all i think about, when i be puffin’ on a blunt
plus i give head like a shaolin monk

(chorus)

[kool keith]
i used to pick up a pan
my friend keep a cd in the van
people to win you can
natas back now, suckas don’t slack now
no time to act now, me on the east side
rollin’ the e ride, girls can come slide
into the dark room, emotional heart room
bass can bang-boom, x and mushrooms
hotels paid for, freakin’ in all the rooms
girls, booties get live tonight, spread the lap dance
y’all get high tonight, ladies in love
on my jock, and cry tonight, suckas say ‘why tonight’
pick up the hotline, baby, you think ya fine
i’ll putcha first if ya wanna be the girl of mine
wine and dine, puffin’ chronic, crime
move ya curse, grab ya purse
me and e shootin’ fireworks
ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-fireworks

(chorus)

[heather hunter talking/moaning]