on his dick that's the flame before the fire you lit the wick i thought you were different but you're just another trick with a crooked-ass smile and a wicked
did let up. Fandango you hoes! Opponents they keep their back on the ropes, their faces hit the floor. Suckers ain't nothin' but jokes with their vocals
guns and erased my funds Watts, niggas in Cali take bullets to the brain still rowdy Jesus really never died, you crucified mutual suicide. Who am I? Local with vocals
others With the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs It's the life of Riley, I'm really ready, gazing at the dollar fill of rap The cool June bugs, the wicks
it goes like this Hey, don't miss out on what you're passin' You're missin' the hootah, of the funky Buddha Eluder of your fucked up styles I get wicked
Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing You're missing the hootah of the funky Buddha Eluder of the fucked up styles that get wicked So come on as
all spells, hey Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I'm with it If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn't have quit it 'Cause yo, my vocal status at Knight
The wicked clowns and Bushwick Bill are lost in space Out there The car broke down and she was like, "Honey, get the flash light" Still one in the dash
"The wicked clowns and Bushwick Bill are lost in space" (Violent J) The car broke down and she was like "Honey, get the flash light" Still one in
! damn bitty bam im violent j and i fucked your mom and im leadin this spectacle in your town we got magic and voodoo and wicked clownz if people dont
when I rock my rhyme I bust a vein, inside my brain I came with the name and our claim to fame I'm hard to the core, wicked and raw The rhymes break raw
y'all need to hush Two straight to you brain means pains inflicted Even if it ain't things to taunt pain like rage till my brain is wicked Ain't even
' blood from stud skinnies So don't ask if it's the bud in me, because for some reason I smoke on some weed and get too wicked and raw It can't be nickel
're thinkin' Do Or Die You and I can be naked 'Cause I'm the love that you've been thinkin' of The style of flow is a vocal calico To show you with the
of vision, precision to, get past on the map Very bad vocal from every paragraph Blast about bad ass, booty and task Rat-a-tat-tat-tat, mash on wicked
tank is running low Over the split line for real Pat the hood you're good to go Hear you now You're cut from the cords of the wicked Gotta believe
Instrumentals reverse vocals at ending: We've gotta get out of this wicked place You said the words with fear on your face... (hard to hear)
will slow me down, something that keep me easy Nothing like that yella, yella that will have you itching man Talking like you, what's up, fool? Vocal
