Letra Wicked
Album: Life is peachy
Artista: Korn
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Yo Chuck, we got runnin mixes in the headphones
holding his breath... shit, fuck.
Hahaha! Wicked!
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 through the hoops
You kickin wicked rhymes, picket signs,
me and my mob got a trunk full of 9´s,
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 phat mad skills
And I won´t choke like the Buffalo Bills,
Sittin at the pad just chillen
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 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, 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.
Going flat frown cause I´m down,
so take a look around
All you see is big black boots,
stepin, use my steel toe as a weapon
And it´s awfully quiet, you want to,
live with this nigger, to with the stick
Ah, but that´s nasty, cause I got a body count like Ice Tea
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 caucasion
Ah, 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
December 29th was power to the people,
you´ll might just see a sequel.
´Cause police got equal, hey,
A horse is a pig that don´t fly straight
I´m doin Daryl Gates but it´s Willie Williams,
I´m down with the pilgrims
I´m threw 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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