Kkkill the Fetus (Escam)

Ha! Yah! Yup! (Kill the fetus)

Where them **** at?

Haha, yeah, yeah! (Kill the fetus)

Kill the fetus, uh, kill the fetus, uh, kill the fetus

Feel my pain, locked down, shackled in chains

Guns aimed at your maggot brain

Ready for war, poetry's erotic, Dice, psycho-psychotic

Fuck a Bruce Wayne, ****, I'm the Reel Life Product

Wake the dead, my vocal tone full of power

Creepin' on the east side in the midnight hour

Pissin' on your dead flowers, Hell if I wasn't

You caught a slug from a .45 all of a sudden

Usin' my name in vain, funny how people change

Let it rain, insane, needles to veins

Mental stress, fuck a bullet-proof vest and God bless whoever test

The King of the Midwest, no lies I tell, Escam I mail

So now you dealin with these

Evil Angels Runnin' Through Hell EARTH

The resurrection of Dice, the rebirth

From the home of the brave, dancin' on graves

Plus I blaze in mysterious ways

Bustin' AKs for 300 and 65 days

Unholy, your momma's a junkie, she owe me

10g, snorted up a half a ki, blasphemy, you stole from apartment three

So feel my trilogy of terror, the hardcore era (Threat)

A ghetto vet, you say you housin' my set

But I ain't met a mothafucka that could do that yet (Huh)

Kill or be killed ****

You ain't real, ****

Feel my steel, **** (Kill the fetus)

Kill or be killed ****

You ain't real, ****

Feel my steel, **** (Kill the fetus)

Kill or be killed ****

You ain't real, ****

Feel my steel, **** (Kill the fetus)

Kill or be killed ****

You ain't real, ****

Feel my steel, ****

My understandin' is zero, fuck that unholy negro

Dice Pacino, father of Manny and Carlito

Roll with Nino, stick up **** at the casino

Bustin' shots at bitch **** we know

I'm wicked world wide, a true hog, hard as a war dog

Fans be searchin' for a **** deep in the smog

I ain't the Son of Sam, I'm the son of a murderous man

With murderous plans who took over your fans

Jealously expands, you stole styles from me and my mans

Word, I be writin' your rhymes **** wouldn't have gave you a chance

Kill the fetus, pull heaters on Lucifer's leaders

Who don't beleive in God or Jesus

Dice, deadlier than six hundred and sixty six common diseases

Symptoms of insanity

When you stare in the mirror you see reflections of me

The DI, stay high in my neighborhood up to no good

Fuck NATAS, 'cause **** I'm the mastamind

I'm in your hood, mothafucka, I ain't hard to find

I got treated like a prostitute, keep the loot

'Cause I'ma hit you with a fat lawsuit, mothafucka!