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| Deftones Adrenaline Wicked 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 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, 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 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 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 Willams, 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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