Bob Ritchie - Esham

Now here’s a little story I got to tell

About Esham’s Boomin' Words From Hell

It started way back in the D

With Kid Rock, ICP, and me, Homey

Invented wicked rap 'cause they all were queer

Just me and my brother, and we had no fear

Ridin' 'cross the land, kickin' up sand

Spittin' wicked shit, gettin' paid, I’m in demand

One lonely Homey I be

All about myself without nobody

The sun is beatin' down on my baseball hat

My paint flip flop, my screens fall flat

Lookin' for the roof, I look up at the sky

Make the girls say «howdy» 'cause we just so high

«Aah! I’m Kid Rock! I like 'caine and pills

I ain’t fuckin' with no niggas, and I’m fuckin' up deals

Now what do we have here, out in your rap career

I run this land, you understand, I make myself clear»

He stepped into the wind, he had a gun and a grin

You think this story’s over, but it’s ready to begin

Now, I got the gun, you got the proof

You got two choices of what you can do

It’s not a deposition as you can see

I could blow you away or you could ride with me

I said I’ll ride with you if you can get me to the border

The sheriff’s after me with his homeboy two quarters

I’m smokin' that piff, they smokin' that crack

They stole all my styles and raps

Attention, please, the kid said, get ready, this ain’t funny

My name’s Shady, I’m about to get money

said hold up, hands in the sky

Y’all stick 'em up and let two fly

Hands went up when people hit the floor

He wasted one more kid that ran for the door thought he was horrorcore (Shady)

I’m Violent J and I get respect

Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect

If you fuck with Homey the Clown, I’ll break your neck

Laughin' all your way to the bank, cashin' these checks