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 Rate Wicked
Artist : Korn
Song : Wicked
Yo Chuck, we got runnin mixes in da headphones. .
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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, while me
and my mob got
a t
Drop then I'll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for
the A-hole
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
You want my vote, no your never gonna get it
Cause I'm the one with the tight mad skills
And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills, Sittin
at the pad just chillin
Larry Parker just got 2 million, Oh what a
fucking feeling
That nigger done past me the peel, and I slam
dunk it like Shaquille
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 know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your
fire
Don't say nothing just listen
Got me, got me a plan to break Tyson out of
prison
You going my way you get served
Still got a deuce then I bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen
with a happy grin
Gotta fat frown cause I'm down, so take a look
around
All you see is big black boots, step in, use my
steel toe as a weapon
And it's awfully quiet, you want to live with
this nigger, to with
From here to New York I get them skins, and I
ain't talking about p
Your sly, you pig, dig
Listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasion
Ah, who didn't know I was as funky as Wilson
Picket
but ya talkin. . .
[chorus]
People wanna know how come I get a gat
and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy
like Ghetto
Blaster
December 29th was power to the people, ya'll
might just see a
sequence
'Cause police got equal, hey, A horse is a pig
that dosen't fly straight
I'm doin Daryl Gates but it's Willie Williams,
I'm doin with the pil
I'm threw with the pig, so I think the job is
dead, get out. . .
[chorus]
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