Born broke, beat up, and always hawked at

Gimme an uzi and all you suckas get the fuck back

I'll bust your mind like a watermelon

And as you listen you'll find your brain's swellin'

I'll go uso, solo huso

Dead compare themselves with death, die

Don't ask why my style is un-copyable

Some try but they just too sloppy, so

Thou shall not come closer

Cuz all the suckas who bite'll blow up like an explosive

I'll slap a pentagram dead on your forehead

And as soon as you say a lyric, you're dead

X marks the spot where your body falls

And then I'll grab your soul and roll, cuz my duty calls

So all you suckas get the fuck out my way

When I drop the mic you'll say

“Homey Don't Play!”

The U-N-H-O-L-Y, hellava 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 cuz I'm beyond reality

The U-N-H-O-L-Y

There's a lot of evil minds, but only one devil

Of the dog turn it back and whatcha' get, but don't forget

I hit like no other

You see my rhyme is like a pillow and it's made to smother

Try to diss me I'ma murder ya

I never heard of a, son of a gunna and I'ma killa ev'ry one of ya!

Something you've never seen, put you in the guillotine

The psycho labeled me as a killatine

When I drop the mic, your parents pray

Get the fuck out my way

Cuz Homey Don't Play!

Break out the holy water, as I slaughter

You better change you last name, cuz I'm goin' in alphabetical order

And it won't stop, cuz I won't stop

With the tic tic! The tic tic! The tic tock! The tic tock!

Can't you get it through your head?

That it can't get no deffer, cuz 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 keeps my mind jumpin'

Get up, get down, to the rhythm of death

Suckas thinkin' I'm takin' 'em, breakin' 'em

Sucka's foolin' ev'rytime I lose my breath

But still I don't stop 'til the beat, one time

One rhyme, and I still blew your mind

ev'rytime I drop the mic, I bet ev'rybody say

Homey Don't fuckin' Play!

Ev'rytime I kick shit, it's labeled as wicketshit

Don't try to bullshit, cuz I'll fill you with bullets 'n shit

Rappin' with my red head, some say my brain's dead

Mockin' what I'm rockin', then you're sayin' what if Satan 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 cuz I'm a ghostwriter

Funky funky fresh, nevertheless I get my point across

I'm illin', if illin's what I have to do

If you're bitin' my lyrics, I'm comin' after you

Not physically, but mentally, rockin' instrumentally

If you listen to hard, it might kill you, incidentally

I can't get indubitably, until I see your mind work

You're thinkin' so hard, you faint because your mind hurt

When you pass out you'll have to say

“Stand out that nigga way, man!”

Cuz Homey Don't Play!