Devilish rockin' in hell
Mind of a psycho funk I sell
The U-N-H-O-L-Y just as well
I think I gotta buzz from the quart of Champelle
Time to get wicked watch me kick it
And I'm a throw it in your face until your sick of it
You see the radio won't play my music
If I say suck my d*** they refuse it
f*** the radio now what 'cha wanna do
f*** 107.5 and channel 62
f*** the new dance show also
"I'm sick of that s***, listen to the hit"
And any m*********** who doubts me
Close your mouth 'cause you don't know s*** about me
I got a whole new attitude, I still get rude
I still kick wicked s*** and I ain't changin' s***
f*** censorship I say suck my d***
Back to back with a ho and a b****
And all y'all suckas can suck my b****
And if I'm goin' to hell, I'm goin' out sayin' f*** y'all
(CHORUS)(4x)
Yeah I got some last words
f*** all y'all
b******, n*****, parents, teachers
The radio, the church house, and the preacher
Suck my d*** till I die
You think I give a f*** if I make your grandma cry
b**** get real, 'cause I'm a get ill
Some n**** tryin' to dis me? Now be for real
I got the funk I flow, just to f*** ya ho
And I'm cold gettin' p**** 'cause your b**** said so
f*** Reverend Night, while I rock the mic
Better lock your doors on devil's night
'Cause I'm a crucafix and let loose the mix
And for the punks who don't like me let loose my d***
Turn the noise up and watch me tear it up
And if ya ain't singin' with me shut the f*** up
I'm gonna make ya holler, while I clock big dollars
While your b**** is cold screamin' my name, yes y'all
For all y'all hopin' for my downfall
f*** all y'all
(CHORUS)
On your FM band, I get banned off the radio dial
I get buck wild, now I gotta style
That just won't quit
And if you don't like it just suck my d***
The U-N-H-O-L-Y son of a b****
Cold holdin' my d*** 'cause I'm doin' this s***
How this s*** be done rappin' son of a gun
You said you saw me with the devil, but I ain't the one
So try to fess me, or even test me
But f*** you and Elvis Presley
I'm sick of that dead m*********** let him die
Everybody always comin' with an alibi
Now they say he ain't dead, he livin' in Texas
When all the b****** on the planet think I'm s**ist
f*** Elvis Presley he can suck my nuts yes
What he meant to you, I give a f*** less
And I don't care about you, her, or him
It's long, tall, short, fat E-S-H-A-M
And to all the ones that hope for my downfall
It'll never happen so f*** all y'all
(CHORUS)
Mind of a psycho funk I sell
The U-N-H-O-L-Y just as well
I think I gotta buzz from the quart of Champelle
Time to get wicked watch me kick it
And I'm a throw it in your face until your sick of it
You see the radio won't play my music
If I say suck my d*** they refuse it
f*** the radio now what 'cha wanna do
f*** 107.5 and channel 62
f*** the new dance show also
"I'm sick of that s***, listen to the hit"
And any m*********** who doubts me
Close your mouth 'cause you don't know s*** about me
I got a whole new attitude, I still get rude
I still kick wicked s*** and I ain't changin' s***
f*** censorship I say suck my d***
Back to back with a ho and a b****
And all y'all suckas can suck my b****
And if I'm goin' to hell, I'm goin' out sayin' f*** y'all
(CHORUS)(4x)
Yeah I got some last words
f*** all y'all
b******, n*****, parents, teachers
The radio, the church house, and the preacher
Suck my d*** till I die
You think I give a f*** if I make your grandma cry
b**** get real, 'cause I'm a get ill
Some n**** tryin' to dis me? Now be for real
I got the funk I flow, just to f*** ya ho
And I'm cold gettin' p**** 'cause your b**** said so
f*** Reverend Night, while I rock the mic
Better lock your doors on devil's night
'Cause I'm a crucafix and let loose the mix
And for the punks who don't like me let loose my d***
Turn the noise up and watch me tear it up
And if ya ain't singin' with me shut the f*** up
I'm gonna make ya holler, while I clock big dollars
While your b**** is cold screamin' my name, yes y'all
For all y'all hopin' for my downfall
f*** all y'all
(CHORUS)
On your FM band, I get banned off the radio dial
I get buck wild, now I gotta style
That just won't quit
And if you don't like it just suck my d***
The U-N-H-O-L-Y son of a b****
Cold holdin' my d*** 'cause I'm doin' this s***
How this s*** be done rappin' son of a gun
You said you saw me with the devil, but I ain't the one
So try to fess me, or even test me
But f*** you and Elvis Presley
I'm sick of that dead m*********** let him die
Everybody always comin' with an alibi
Now they say he ain't dead, he livin' in Texas
When all the b****** on the planet think I'm s**ist
f*** Elvis Presley he can suck my nuts yes
What he meant to you, I give a f*** less
And I don't care about you, her, or him
It's long, tall, short, fat E-S-H-A-M
And to all the ones that hope for my downfall
It'll never happen so f*** all y'all
(CHORUS)