Mirror mirror on the wall A suicidal brotha must take a fall Can I talk for a second to myself Can I talk for a second to myself Can I look into my
Esham's back in the house for Devil's Night And I'ma get me some gasoline and burn down the whole scene Wicked rhymes I be wrestling You better cover
the funk comin' from the female Pressed on Lee nails, and yet still the pussy smells These are the tales, the freaky tales And a stanky pussy bitch can go to hell Yeah, Esham
know what I'm sayin'? I'm back in this bitch! Just like Ice-T, you mother fuckers should've killed me last year! In the house with my mother fucking brother Esham
comin' from the female, Pressed on Lee nails, and yet still the pussy smells. These are the tales, the freaky tales, And a stanky pussy bitch can go to hell. Yeah, Esham
