Killer Instinct - Esham

It’s a fine line between love and hate, I mean a thin line

And all I ever read is hate on my timeline

It seems like the whole world going out they damn mind

It made a monster outta me I feel like Frankenstein

The monster maker, undertaker, not a faker

Shake the planet up when I raise my cannon up or stand and bust

This wicket shit I spit I kick it ridiculous

Merciless, meticulous, vocab is articulate

My killer instinct got me strapped with a sicker sense

I’m not an alcoholic, I drink but got a lick of sense

Monsters all over the world protect the innocent

America always eats it’s young whether you poor or rich

And you knowing it

It’s like weed ain’t shit since everybody growing it

Hip hop is dying, nobody buying, everybody got hustle and flow with it

Everybody wanna do it for fame

Everybody wanna make em a name doe

Everybody want you to listen to em but everybody rhyming ain’t got no game doe

Detroit nigga like Django

I’m Cool J without the kango

I got the fire inside, I’m sitting on top of the eye, call me triangle

I got a case of the Pharos sins

My nickname Errol Flynn

I’ll steal yo girlfriend whippin shitties in my car like world winds

No, no, no!

That’s what I say to a hoe

If you tryna get my dough, gots to get down on the floor

Had to get it out the mud, yeah I write my rhymes in blood

Don’t start none, won’t be none, if you want it I’ll fuck you up

Yeah, I heard that you don’t like me cause I kick it with your wifey

I smoke weed, proceed get hyphy

I just do it too like Nike

And I know these rappers bite me cause I know they can’t outwrite me

I just tell them back up off me and stay off my dick politely

Use to shop at Fred Spiegel with them strippers do that Kegel

Pussy poppin on a pole, get down low and spread that eagle

Girl I know you get excited, private party you invited

Got a ticket you can ride it, it don’t matter just don’t bite it