Texty:
Esham Judgement Day Vol 2 Night

little rock and roll and clock the dough I sell my soul to the preacher's church I ain't with the bullshit, you get your preachin' ass hurt You wanna judge me, when I don't judge

but none left I hear word after word after word once again I find myself prayin' on my knees sayin' Amen Cold sweat falls off my head onto my pillow At night

wax, I spin it back as I melt wax The unwritten, rhymes forbidden, but still hittin' The U-N-H-O-L-Y and I ain't bullshittin' Pray all night and day,