Out cold

Now once upon a time, way back in the day There was an MC-killer by the name of E-S-H-A-M And he was known to murder them all Gun-clapper leave a rapper brains all on the wall Now, nobody coul fade him cause he was known to murder em And kill the wack DJ's who never heard of him The radio was scared, they wouldnt even listen to him But he's gettin payed, and the flash of pistols to em He lives underground in parts unknown He's known to take your cookies to boogie the bloody microphone Seven MC's, put them in a line Then add seven more niggas who think they can shine Well, it'll take seven more before I'll go for mine Then I'll "blocabloca" my nine rhymes at the same tizzime They say, "MC-killer, dont let him rhyme around you, He's bound to pull a nine and blow your mind all around you" Now they got a white chalk line all around you Hanging from a telephone pole's how they found you Psychopathic, automatic Weapons get drawn if you got some static 'cause This is how the story goes People these days are really out cold