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Wicked Rappers Delight

アーティスト:Insane Clown Posse  アルバム:Forgotten Freshness Volume 4 

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ICP and Esham......Wicked Rappers Delight.....2015 [Violent J] Fiends of the wicked shit it's time to get high Bump your fucking shit up put some wicked shit by Detroit legendary demon loop of terror Staring at you right back with your eyes in the mirror Blowin' out your brain spontaneous combustion Lyrics like a mural in each ear and I'm bustin' Fire breathing wicked shit and meltin' microphones Blowin' speakers into flames setting fire to your home [Esham] 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 GED Then I went and clowned the industry with ICP Threw up the 313, to let you know it's me Esham's dope ho, I'm the king of the D [Shaggy 2 Dope] I stole a fuckin' firetruck and drove it through a Wendy's All that happened to me was a bullet in the kidneys I almost died death will look at me I'm right again What's really happening reality is pretend You can blow my fuckin' head off I'll just grow another My brain and myself, we don't even know each other Someone's in the darkness crawling out of my closet door That's what the nines in the mattress for [Violent J] Warlocks and witches come and learn from the master The walls in my home feature bodies in the plaster They're dead but stickin out like Han Solo when he froze With my favourite weapons hangin off they fingers and toes Wicked pimpin' scary bitches living or dead All with vampire fangs and they givin' me head Like cemetery girls bat dance boogie woogie betty Her neden's big and blew out like a plate of spaghetti [Esham] I'm out cold all my teeth gold plus I don't brush em Quarter back sneakin' plus mo key if 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 ten o'clock news For steady, murderin' crews and they point of views Like, purple chronic mixed with acid demonics And a stomach full of Jagermeister ready to vomit [Shaggy 2 Dope] Mirror mirror on the wall tell us who the wicked are Shaggy, E and J we in the game and gettin' ours Hittin' stars in they mouth and boltin' off wicked ready With necklaces wicked reckless, nobody expects this Bumpin' this wicked shit homeboy you're braindead I can fly a motherfuckin neg on your head, breakin' And tie your fuckin' feet up to your neck And shoot you in the back watch and kick you down the steps [Violent J] I blow a crator in the side of


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