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Wicked Rappers Delight

アーティスト：Esham 

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ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015 Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by Detroits legendary demon lopatara Staring you right back through your eyes in the mirror Blowing out your brains spontaneous combustion Lyrics like a barrel in each ear and I'm bustin Fire breathin wicked shit meltin microphones Blowing speakers into flames, settin fires to your home How many times you gonna say I need help Who gives a fuck if I murder myself I'm thinkin suicidal thoughts I shot a gay preacher I didn't do my homework so I shot my teacher I dropped out the next day fuck a g.e.d Then I went and clowned the industry with ICP Through up the 313, to let them know it was me Esham is dope ho I'm the king of the D I stole a fuckin firetruck and drove through a wendys All that happen to me was a bullet in the kidneys I almost died then but look at me I ride again What's really happenin, reality is pretend You can blow my fuckin head off ill just grow another My brain and my self, we don't even know each other Somones in the darkness crawling out of my closet door That's what the nines in the mattress for Warlocks and witches come and learn from the master The walls of my home feature bodys in the plaster The dead but sticking out like hon solo when he froze With my favorite weapons hanging off there fingers and toes Wicked pimpin, scary bitches, livin or dead Or with vampire fangs and they givin me head Like cemetery girls back dance boogie woogie baddy Her nedens big and blew out like a plate of spaghetti I'm out cold all my teeth gold Plus I don't brush them Quarterback sneakin plus don't care(?) you rush em Bust em down bust em up steady fuckin em up But wait why do I have all this blood on my hands Blood on my clothes blood on my shoes I'm on the 10 o clock news for steady Murdering crews and there point of views I'm like purple chronic mixed with acid, demonic In a stomach full of jagermeister ready to vomit Mirror mirror on the wall tell us who the wicked are Shaggy E and Jay we in the game and gettin ours Hittin stars in there mouth and bumpin off with rented necklaces Wicked reckless nobody expected Bumpin this wicked shit'll boil your brain dead I can fry a mutha fuckin egg on your head Break in and tie your fuckin feet up to your neck Shoot you in the back once and kick you down the steps



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