Homey Don't Play! Lyrics - Homey Don't Play - Esham

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 ooo 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 

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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 heard 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 labeled me as a killer teen 

When I drop the mic your parents pray 

Get the fuck out my way 'cause homey don't play 

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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 possessed 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 

Every time I drop the mic I bet everybody say 

Homie don't fuckin' play 

Every time I kick shit, it's labeled 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 you're 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 instantly 

I can get in doubly until I see your mind work 

You're thinkin' so hard, you're 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