| Song | 4 All The Suicidalist |
| Artist | Esham |
| Album | Boomin Words From Hell |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Esham | |
| Listen 'cause this is the sound of a crucifix | |
| The U-N-H-O-L-Y's now in the looser mix | |
| Unholy's inside a me so I get homocidous | |
| The unholy poetry is for all the suicidalists | |
| Just another brother from D-E-T-R-O-I-T | |
| I pack a Smith and Wesson 'cause I don't know karate | |
| I ain't no punk nigga, pull the trigger is my thang though | |
| Grew myself an afro, never sported a kango | |
| Niggaz I strangle, they don't wanna tangle | |
| **** a priest 'cause I mash and I mangle | |
| I'm takin' to the top, I'm makin' 'em drop | |
| They thinkin' I'm not, I'm shakin'em, bakin' em, kickin' em, stickin' em | |
| And always keep hittin' 'em | |
| Until I get rid of 'em, I'm pickin' up the microphone | |
| To kick the funky D-O-P-E is on the microphone | |
| I had to make it funky once again for my opponent | |
| I left the stage fulla blood stains 'cause I was on it | |
| The U-N-H-O-L-Y, Esham you never knew I | |
| Could kick it so wicked, inflict pain, do I? | |
| The U-N-H-O-L-Y, hell I kick a lotta titles | |
| But this is for all the suicidalists | |
| "My father was a priest cold-blooded, he's dead" | |
| "And hear the demons screamin' as his body bled" | |
| "My father was a priest cold-blooded he's dead" | |
| "Poured on the holy water, bless the dead is what I said" | |
| Some say I'm the son of satan, but they're relatin' | |
| Bodily harm, some waitin' for the storm | |
| That I bring when I sing, it's a gathering of people | |
| The U-N-H-O-L-Y so check out the evil | |
| The evil not a stunk from the wicked poetry funk | |
| Esham's the soul that I'm projectin' huh? | |
| I'm like a deadly disease, 360 degrees | |
| Of the U-N-H-O-L-Y so fall to your knees | |
| Dead is all around the sounds'll pound down | |
| And drive you insane until it busts your brain | |
| I'ma head banger, a acid rap slanger | |
| Comin' on stage puttin' up my middle finger | |
| Sayin' **** it and grabbin' my balls | |
| All the MC's in the house got shit in their drawers | |
| 'Cause I'm the scarer, a one man terror | |
| So never compare a sucka with me 'cause I run 'em like mascara | |
| So no need to tell you my title 'cause you know what my title is | |
| This is for all the suicidalists | |
| "I looked into her eyes and she was scared as hell" | |
| "A homocidal maniac with suicidal tendencies" | |
| "Shoot me of the people I dismantle" | |
| "So to stop her from jumpin' I just cut up the bitches" | |
| Death is the penalty if you're ever caught bitin' me | |
| Some say I'm insane but it's my split personality | |
| The groove it's just wicked so it makes me shake | |
| I thought this time I'd make a rhyme and see what it takes | |
| You suckas tried to creep me then I'll have to get my gat | |
| And bust you in the head for tryin' to steal my acid rap | |
| Esham's here just for this verse | |
| The U-N-H-O-L-Y rocks it much worse | |
| Rock and roll, heavy metal hip hopster | |
| Word after word till the break a dawn, brother | |
| Rockin' ay, as I play | |
| To the rhythm that I just kicked today | |
| I'ma sway and keep on kickin' it for the ones who buy this | |
| The needle's on the wax for all the suicidalists | |
| "Oh, I'm a ho so I don't have to kill" | |
| "I just educate minds to reality" | |
| "Uh, oh shit damn that's another" | |
| "So you weak ass hoes keep dreamin'" |
| zuo qu : Esham | |
| Listen ' cause this is the sound of a crucifix | |
| The UNHOLY' s now in the looser mix | |
| Unholy' s inside a me so I get homocidous | |
| The unholy poetry is for all the suicidalists | |
| Just another brother from DETROIT | |
| I pack a Smith and Wesson ' cause I don' t know karate | |
| I ain' t no punk nigga, pull the trigger is my thang though | |
| Grew myself an afro, never sported a kango | |
| Niggaz I strangle, they don' t wanna tangle | |
| a priest ' cause I mash and I mangle | |
| I' m takin' to the top, I' m makin' ' em drop | |
| They thinkin' I' m not, I' m shakin' em, bakin' em, kickin' em, stickin' em | |
| And always keep hittin' ' em | |
| Until I get rid of ' em, I' m pickin' up the microphone | |
| To kick the funky DOPE is on the microphone | |
| I had to make it funky once again for my opponent | |
| I left the stage fulla blood stains ' cause I was on it | |
| The UNHOLY, Esham you never knew I | |
| Could kick it so wicked, inflict pain, do I? | |
| The UNHOLY, hell I kick a lotta titles | |
| But this is for all the suicidalists | |
| " My father was a priest coldblooded, he' s dead" | |
| " And hear the demons screamin' as his body bled" | |
| " My father was a priest coldblooded he' s dead" | |
| " Poured on the holy water, bless the dead is what I said" | |
| Some say I' m the son of satan, but they' re relatin' | |
| Bodily harm, some waitin' for the storm | |
| That I bring when I sing, it' s a gathering of people | |
| The UNHOLY so check out the evil | |
| The evil not a stunk from the wicked poetry funk | |
| Esham' s the soul that I' m projectin' huh? | |
| I' m like a deadly disease, 360 degrees | |
| Of the UNHOLY so fall to your knees | |
| Dead is all around the sounds' ll pound down | |
| And drive you insane until it busts your brain | |
| I' ma head banger, a acid rap slanger | |
| Comin' on stage puttin' up my middle finger | |
| Sayin' it and grabbin' my balls | |
| All the MC' s in the house got shit in their drawers | |
| ' Cause I' m the scarer, a one man terror | |
| So never compare a sucka with me ' cause I run ' em like mascara | |
| So no need to tell you my title ' cause you know what my title is | |
| This is for all the suicidalists | |
| " I looked into her eyes and she was scared as hell" | |
| " A homocidal maniac with suicidal tendencies" | |
| " Shoot me of the people I dismantle" | |
| " So to stop her from jumpin' I just cut up the bitches" | |
| Death is the penalty if you' re ever caught bitin' me | |
| Some say I' m insane but it' s my split personality | |
| The groove it' s just wicked so it makes me shake | |
| I thought this time I' d make a rhyme and see what it takes | |
| You suckas tried to creep me then I' ll have to get my gat | |
| And bust you in the head for tryin' to steal my acid rap | |
| Esham' s here just for this verse | |
| The UNHOLY rocks it much worse | |
| Rock and roll, heavy metal hip hopster | |
| Word after word till the break a dawn, brother | |
| Rockin' ay, as I play | |
| To the rhythm that I just kicked today | |
| I' ma sway and keep on kickin' it for the ones who buy this | |
| The needle' s on the wax for all the suicidalists | |
| " Oh, I' m a ho so I don' t have to kill" | |
| " I just educate minds to reality" | |
| " Uh, oh shit damn that' s another" | |
| " So you weak ass hoes keep dreamin'" |
| zuò qǔ : Esham | |
| Listen ' cause this is the sound of a crucifix | |
| The UNHOLY' s now in the looser mix | |
| Unholy' s inside a me so I get homocidous | |
| The unholy poetry is for all the suicidalists | |
| Just another brother from DETROIT | |
| I pack a Smith and Wesson ' cause I don' t know karate | |
| I ain' t no punk nigga, pull the trigger is my thang though | |
| Grew myself an afro, never sported a kango | |
| Niggaz I strangle, they don' t wanna tangle | |
| a priest ' cause I mash and I mangle | |
| I' m takin' to the top, I' m makin' ' em drop | |
| They thinkin' I' m not, I' m shakin' em, bakin' em, kickin' em, stickin' em | |
| And always keep hittin' ' em | |
| Until I get rid of ' em, I' m pickin' up the microphone | |
| To kick the funky DOPE is on the microphone | |
| I had to make it funky once again for my opponent | |
| I left the stage fulla blood stains ' cause I was on it | |
| The UNHOLY, Esham you never knew I | |
| Could kick it so wicked, inflict pain, do I? | |
| The UNHOLY, hell I kick a lotta titles | |
| But this is for all the suicidalists | |
| " My father was a priest coldblooded, he' s dead" | |
| " And hear the demons screamin' as his body bled" | |
| " My father was a priest coldblooded he' s dead" | |
| " Poured on the holy water, bless the dead is what I said" | |
| Some say I' m the son of satan, but they' re relatin' | |
| Bodily harm, some waitin' for the storm | |
| That I bring when I sing, it' s a gathering of people | |
| The UNHOLY so check out the evil | |
| The evil not a stunk from the wicked poetry funk | |
| Esham' s the soul that I' m projectin' huh? | |
| I' m like a deadly disease, 360 degrees | |
| Of the UNHOLY so fall to your knees | |
| Dead is all around the sounds' ll pound down | |
| And drive you insane until it busts your brain | |
| I' ma head banger, a acid rap slanger | |
| Comin' on stage puttin' up my middle finger | |
| Sayin' it and grabbin' my balls | |
| All the MC' s in the house got shit in their drawers | |
| ' Cause I' m the scarer, a one man terror | |
| So never compare a sucka with me ' cause I run ' em like mascara | |
| So no need to tell you my title ' cause you know what my title is | |
| This is for all the suicidalists | |
| " I looked into her eyes and she was scared as hell" | |
| " A homocidal maniac with suicidal tendencies" | |
| " Shoot me of the people I dismantle" | |
| " So to stop her from jumpin' I just cut up the bitches" | |
| Death is the penalty if you' re ever caught bitin' me | |
| Some say I' m insane but it' s my split personality | |
| The groove it' s just wicked so it makes me shake | |
| I thought this time I' d make a rhyme and see what it takes | |
| You suckas tried to creep me then I' ll have to get my gat | |
| And bust you in the head for tryin' to steal my acid rap | |
| Esham' s here just for this verse | |
| The UNHOLY rocks it much worse | |
| Rock and roll, heavy metal hip hopster | |
| Word after word till the break a dawn, brother | |
| Rockin' ay, as I play | |
| To the rhythm that I just kicked today | |
| I' ma sway and keep on kickin' it for the ones who buy this | |
| The needle' s on the wax for all the suicidalists | |
| " Oh, I' m a ho so I don' t have to kill" | |
| " I just educate minds to reality" | |
| " Uh, oh shit damn that' s another" | |
| " So you weak ass hoes keep dreamin'" |