Detroit listeners out there
you`d better be sure to stop by at the Galaxy Club
where there`s a freestyle, super fresh contest going on tonight
If you got the skills you better get yout hip-hop ass on down here
We got DJ Clueless on the wheels of steel
[Esham]
Mortification is my next demonstration
I`d ask you for a lite pumpin` gas at the station
Here`s my situtation
I hate many people
So I hear no see no say no evil
Just like Knieval
Leave you headless bloody mess
Like you was ridin` a Ducati
Ladidadi broke every bone in your body I`m not sorry
I`d probely murder you
Voices tellin` me do what he say
Kill a DJ
Fuck what he play
Mayday Mayday
BOOM! BOOM!
Blood`s all over the room
I fucked yo bitch
Like a witch with a broom
Doom`s
Day
Murderers say
All y`all must pay when the buckshot`s spray
Who wants the challenge me
Grab the mic and bust yo raps
But then I`m just gonna grab my strap
And just commence to bustin` caps
Leaving bodies piled up
In freestyle clubs(fuck)
You better make room
BOOM like what
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
WHAT! y`all ain`t BOOM!
When we show up
BOOM BOOM BOOM
WHAT!
[Violent J]
Killaz run up in this bitch
Start bustin` off shots
Hittin literballs, lazer lights and people on the top
I`m looking for the dj
Cuz he don`t see it my way
I`m bout 2 blow `em out his head
?????? some A.B.K
I`m like a molitov cocktail
Breakin` on your wall
I`m setting shit off
I blow your lid off
Your body falls
You don`t need aluminoliam
Leavin` blood everywhere
And I`m aiming for the head n hair of everybody their
I`m like a grasshopper
Quick to jump I`m spreading my wings
You say the wicked shit will die
I say you faggots seeing things
And all you bitches know I`m gangsta
Don`t ask me to dance
I might straight panic pull the gat
And blow your pussy out your pants
It`s the wicked shit It`s E n J
It`s hotter than Hell
And every Devil`s Night we hunt them down
And slaughter D-12
I take the moosegun and shut your blood and blow it out your back
Turning face to camera
Where your hatchets at
Throw `em up y`all
[Chorus]
[Esham]
Make room
Guess who comin in
Grab my gun again
They told me he was one of them
So I done him in
A killers on the hunt again
Smoke my blunt again
Fatality finished him I win again
Repentance my vengance
So I`m not sentanced a hundred years
It`s burning my ears and blood is mixed with my tears fears
My styles get rid of theres
Drive-bys in wheelchairs
All you see is smoke in the air
Cuz we don`t care
[Chorus]
