I Don't Owe U Shit - Esham

Yeah, this goes out to all them niggas

Who bit my shit In '93

And still think I owe' em somethin'

Check it out ya’ll

Eat a dick up, eat a dick up, eat a dick up

Eat a dick up, eat a dick up, eat a dick up

Eat a dick up motherfuckers

(I gotta let these niggas know)

(Maybe they’re just jealous of the dollars I’m makin')

I don’t owe no nigga nothin' but some feel like you, so

Left yo ass alone like Robinson Crusoe

I can freak the styles like I motherfuckin' want to

And if you wanna kill yourself, why don’t you?

13 ways, now it’s all in the news

Life after death, which one do you choose

Of course, I feel no remorse for a sucka

And if you wanna die you just a dead motherfucka

So pucker up and kiss my ass for me

My shotgun said Blaz4me

Blasphemy is what I’m speakin'

Freakin' my technique, and wreckin' the set

With a TEC you get wet

Upset, I shipwreck the whole skit

Just like Bobbitt, cuttin' off dicks in the mix

Fuck them tricks like in them flicks

I’ll burn that ass like a BIC

'Cause I don’t owe you shit

Psycho alpha disco beta, I don’t owe you shit

Psycho alpha disco beta, I don’t owe you shit

Psycho alpha disco beta, I don’t owe you shit

Psycho alpha disco beta, I don’t owe you shit

I don’t owe you no nothin' like I said once befo' and

Niggas like yourself best to act like you know and

Oh man, I fucked your ho and

Left some semen in her

Demon like The Omen

Yo man, don’t even try that shit

With the Unholy Black Devil, niggas can’t get with

I fuck up shit just like this 'cause

This is for the Suicidalists

Don’t miss if I bust a cap at your cranium

Russian Roulette who let me explain to 'um

Death ain’t nothin' but life without the Bible

Oh don’t let me go get my fuckin' rifle

I’ll go get my 12-gauge and bust one

Slug in your head, In God you trust son

I don’t like the reverend when I state

Don’t even pass the collection plate

'Cause I don’t owe you shit

I don’t owe you, but I know you

So you think you can get inside my head like a shrink

But I’m down with the crew called N-A-T-A-S

And we burn up shit like David Koresh

Nevertheless don’t stress me, test me, or press me

Or the cops will have to come and arrest me

For kickin' up dust, if I must, I bust

In the 9−4 more niggas I can’t trust

So when you see me better realize and recognize

That I can’t be chastised

Open your eyes sucka, and see me just for what I am

A bad ass nigga who jams, God damn, bam

Niggas betta scram

I’m shootin' up the joint like Yosemite Sam

I am, not your regular nigga, I will

Whip out the steel if you feel

'Cause I don’t owe you shit