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Korn - Wicked lyrics
Yo Chuck! We got running mixes.... in the headphones Ah ha ha ha ha! Wicked! Ha Ha! 1 2 3 and I come with the wicked style, and you know that I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew, but I got everybody jumping to the voodoo. You kickin' wicked rhymes, picket signs, me and my mob got a truck full of 9's. Play ya and I'll slay ya, I got thug-made dough by the hey-a. Ready to BUCK, BUCK, BUCK, but it's a must to DUCK, DUCK, DUCK, before I bust ya, looking for the one that did it, but like En Vogue, no you're never gonna get it, cause I'm the one with the phat mad skills, and I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills. Sittin' at the pad just chillin' cos Larry Parker just got 2 million, oh what a fucking feeling! That nigger done pass me the pill, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille O'Neal. Wicked, wreckin' baby I'll rock that test tube baby, take it... 'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire Don't say nothing just listen, got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison. You going my way you get served, still got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb. Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin, show the phat frown cause I'm down, so take a look around, all you see is big black boots steppin', use my steel toe as a weapon. Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to label this nigger, tape with the sticker. Kickin out girls that's nasty, 'cause I got a body count like Ice-T. From in New York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork. Your sly, you pig, dig, listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasian, oh, your picket signs, you know all this funky ass wisdom picket budget talking. 'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire People wanna know how come I got a Gat and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm, ready to bring that noise and going to get heavy like the Ghetto Boyz. April 29th was power to the people, and you might just see a sequel, 'cause police got equal pay, a horse is a pig that don't fly straight. I'm doin' Daryl Gates but it's Willie Willams, I'm down with the pilgrims, I'm through with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out... 'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire |
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