Il testo della My 9 rhymes

Born beat up and always hungry
Never thought i'd turn into a criminal if anything

Runnin from the cops like al capone

Goin rambo on them mother fuckers like sly stallone

Got a gat in my pants like its part of my belt

Suckers scared like butter so they start to melt

I stand silent like concrete in detroits streets
What a rich man throws away is what a poor man eats
When i was 5 my mind start to blow

Told my teacher i want to be like hitler when i grow up
When i was 7 disregarded the laws of heaven

When i was 10 i started commiting sin
I went to church on sunday and i cussed out the reverand

When i became an adolescent i never learned my lesson
Witchcraft and voodoo with needles and pins

Puttin holes in mother fuckers with a fuckin smith and wesson

A homicidal vital recital esham my title
I know my shit is deaf and i know you want a bite oh

But no dont do it you'll be just a carbon copy

Esham is original and everyone else is sloppy
Still i kill im sweet like sugar hill

Not your average everyday elemantry run of the mill

Mother fucker get it strait i dont battle thats for suckers

You wish you was down with reel life product aint that right brothers
I dont bullshit no need to bullshit

You pull some shit and you'll be pullin bullets n shit

Brother think im bluffin pull me bluff and get fucked up and

Its time for me to shut up cus i really said enough