Lyrics:

* originally on natas 'multikillionaire'



[esham]

Now as I speak the wicket poetry that got you all scared of me

Blasphemy, Im sacrilegious nigga, dont you ever forget this

When I hit the scene, Im the number one murder suspect, suicide

Im yellin out die, die, die, die, you layin down while ya momma cry

Did it ever occur to you, I sold my soul, I will never fold

Niggas aint nuthin but a bunch of hoes, thinkin that dont nobody know

Hey nigga, I want you dead, bloody murder, never restin

I know killas thats adolescent, jet by murder to be desperate

If you aint prepared to die nigga

Dont play the game of death, that Im playin

Cuz the niggas I know is prayin, wit ak in they hayin

Say, I want that nigga dead, three times in the dark, while Im rappin

And before this song is over, watch my demons go cap em



[chorus 4x]

I want that nigga dead, theres a price on ya head



[esham]

You say you want that nigga dead, because you hate his fuckin guts

He always talkin that hole ass shit about you, thinkin you aint got no nuts

Is you ever gonna show that nigga that you aint scared of his ass

Is you down to blast in the broad daylight without your ski mask

It went down, so fuck it fast, you drop the gun out ya hand

You shot a man, he was screamin, he was bloody, so you ran

So now you paranoid, so now you paranoid, so people you avoid

Suicidal, smokin on them dead flowerz, destroy, nigga

You better run for your life, thats all you can do

Cuz I know what they gon say, when they catch up wit you, theyll say



[chorus 4x]



[esham]

See they want me dead so much, these voices in my head wont let me rest

Razor blade inside my mouth, Im carvin nottas in ya chest

Tell your preacher, imma kill em, cuz they aint no way to stop me

You cant hurt me, if you squirt me, I wont die, even if you pop me

Think you wit h-o-l-y, and I sing that murder lullabye

So when another die, dont blame the devil, blame that other guy

We all live on this planet, babies born and seein

So niggas commit suicide as soon as I begin

Unholy, unholy, you dont know me, but you owe me

You soul, nigga roll, go outta control

Cuz if they catch you, they gon stretch you

And I bet you they will let you bite a check

Wit ya mouth through ya asshole



[chorus to fade]