Текст (слова) песни: Esham - Homey Don`t Play

Born broke, beat up, and always honked at
Gimme an uzi and you suckas get the fuck back
I`ll bust your mind like a watermelon
And as you listen you`ll find your brain swellin`
I`ll go Oo so, solo who so
Deads compare themselves with death die
Don`t ask why my styles uncopiable
Some try, but they just too sloppy so
Thou shall not come closer
`Cause all the suckas who bite`ll blow up like an explosive
I`ll stamp a pentagram dead on your forehead
And as soon as ya say a lyric your dead
X marks the spot where your body falls
Then I`ll grab your soul and roll, `cause my duty calls
So all you suckas get the fuck out my way
When I drop the mic you`ll say, homie don`t play

The U-N-H-O-L-Y, hell of a helly
I`m like the devil in your body writin` bite me on your belly
Like the exorcist, the devil`s groove keeps flowin`
Turn out the lights and my body starts glowin`
In neon, that`s `cause I`ma pee on reality
The U-N-H-O-L-Y
There`s a lotta evil minds but only one devil
Of the dog turnin` back on what `cha get, but don`t forget
I hit like no other
You see my rhyme is like a pillow it`s made to smother
Try to diss me I`ma murder ya, I never hearda ya
A son of a gunner and I`ma kill a everyone a ya
Somethin` you`ve never seen, put you in a guillotine
The psycho labelled me as a killer teen
When I drop the mic your parents pray
Get the fuck out my way, `cause homey don`t play

Break out the Holy Water, as I slaughter
Better change your last name `cause I`m goin` in alphabetical order
And it won`t stop `cause I won`t stop
With the tick, tick, a tick, tick, a tick, tock , a tick tock
Can`t you get it through your head
That it can`t get no defer `cause my lyrics already dead
Hopin`, wishin`, prayin`, someday I`ll stop what I`m sayin`
But I can`t, it seems like I`m possesed with somethin`
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, keep my mind jumpin`
Get up, get down to the rhythm of death
Suckas thinkin` I`m takin` a break
Them suckas fallin` every time I lose my a breath
But still I don`t stop to the beat
One time, one rhyme, and I still blew your mind
Everytime I drop the mic I bet everybody say
Homie don`t fuckin` play

Everytime I kick shit, it`s labelled as wicked shit
Don`t try to bullshit `cause I`ll fill you with bullets and shit
Rappin` with my red head, some say my brains dead
Mockin` what I`m rockin` then your sayin` what insane said
Suckas are suicidal, unholy is homicidal
I`m comin` inside your mind and I`m takin` your title
You wanna be me, but suckas can`t see me
Cause I`m a ghostwriter, funky funky fresh
Not unless I get my point across
My illin` and illin`s what I have to do
If you bite my lyrics I`m coming after you
Not physically, but mentally, rockin` instrumentally
If you listen too hard it might kill instantsistantly
I can get in doubobly, until I see your mind work
Your thinkin` so hard your fake me cause your mind hurt
When you pass out you`ll have to say
"Get outta that nigga way man" cause homie don`t play

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