Lirik Lagu Wicked Rappers Delight - Esham, Insane Clown Posse - Insane Clown Posse
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(feat. Esham)
ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015Feins of the wicked shit its time to get hotBump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit rightDetroit legendary demon lopataraStaring you right back through your eyes in the mirrorBlowing out your brains spontaneous combustionLyrics like a barrel and cheering out bustinFire breathin wicked shit melting microphonesBlowing speakers into flames settin fires to your home
How many times you gonna say I need helpWho gives a fuck if I murder myselfIm thinkin suicidal thoughts I shot a gay preacherI dident do my homework so I shot my teacherI dropped out the next day fuck a g.e.dThen I went and clowned the industry with ICPThrough up the 313 to let them know it was meEsham is dope ho im the king of the D
I stole a fuckin firetruck and drove through a wendysAll that happen to me was a bullet in the kidneysI almost died then but look at me I ride againWhats really happenin reality is pretendYou can blow my fuckin head off ill just grow anotherMy brain and my self we dont even know each otherSomones in the darkness crawling out of my closet doorThats what the nines in the mattress for
Warlocks and witches come and learn from the masterThe walls of my home feature bodys in the plasterThe dead but sticking out like hon solo when he flowsWith my favorite weapons hanging off there fingers and toesWicked pimpin scary bitches livin or deadAll with vampire fangs and they givin me headLike cemetery girls back dance boogie woogie bettyHer nedens big and blew out like a plate of spaghetti
Im out cold all my teeth goldPlus I dont brush themQuarterback sneakin plus if you rush emBust em down bust em up steady fuckin em upBut wait why do I have all this blood on my handsBlood on my clothes blood on my shoesIm on the 10 o clock news for steadyMurdering crews and there point of viewsIm like purple chronic mixed with ass and demonicIn her stomach full of jagermeister ready to vomit
Mirror mirror on the wall tell us who the wicked areShaggy E and Jay we in the game and gettin oursHittin stars in there mouth and bumpin off with red necklacesWicked reckless nobody expectedBumpin this wicked shit or are you brain deadI can fly a mutha fuckin egg on your headBreak in and tie your fuckin feet up to your neckShoot you in the back once and kick you down the steps
I blow a crauder in the side of your headDo the same to your missis while you sleepin in bedDouble murder robbery just another job to meRollin in a stolen buick hookers slobbin meKnown though the farms lands as a duke of the wickedAlways shootin the biggots and bootin the chickensAskin me the wrong question also triggers my diseaseThey will find your body in compton in ???
The phone rong and on the other end it was the presidentI cant talk right now im on the toilet takin a shitI gropped the phone I think my cover is blown im deep coverYour wife ordered a pizza from me she got the meat loversIm johnny bravo the other black get at me hoI make these hos happy tho cause im there pappy ohIts to soon for you to be on my teamBut give r kelly a call I think like em 13
I once met a hooker and she did it for freeOn the west first bus number 73All the way in the back she was humping on meIntill I strangled the bitch and stuffed her under my seatI got off on my stop without as much as a drop of bloodBut then I remember I forgot to wear glovesNow im chaseing the bus my finger prints are on her neckSTOP! AND GIMME MY DEAD BITCH BACK!
Fuckin dead bitches on a wegie board all nightBustin off shots in the club we all fightHanging muther fuckers my there neck off of street litesWith there legs cut off tryin to read me rightsI wear my cd ill stick it in your faceHalf way sticken out but look it still playsI stomp when I rap and I shake the whole blockStick my dick in your ear so you can hear what I got
I was one of those monsters in the video thrillerKnown to the world as the pop star killerAnd on another part from the part I aroseIm the crusty ass booger hanging out of your noseIm the stink on your toes im the weed to your roseNot one of your friends but one of your foesAnd spittin the wicked shit is the life I choseDo a spin grab my nuts then b boy pose
Chain you up for some tic tacs bloody messWe the board on your chest and take turns shootin the restI win everytime the beat is good with every rhymeAnd off with your head if your gettin mineThis is esham and the wicked clowns for the voteWe come flying out the dark with a triple moonsaultI through a snowball so hard it replaced your eyeIt melted and left a fuckin hole and it was dry
ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015Feins of the wicked shit its time to get hotBump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit rightDetroit legendary demon lopataraStaring you right back through your eyes in the mirrorBlowing out your brains spontaneous combustionLyrics like a barrel and cheering out bustinFire breathin wicked shit melting microphonesBlowing speakers into flames settin fires to your home
How many times you gonna say I need helpWho gives a fuck if I murder myselfIm thinkin suicidal thoughts I shot a gay preacherI dident do my homework so I shot my teacherI dropped out the next day fuck a g.e.dThen I went and clowned the industry with ICPThrough up the 313 to let them know it was meEsham is dope ho im the king of the D
I stole a fuckin firetruck and drove through a wendysAll that happen to me was a bullet in the kidneysI almost died then but look at me I ride againWhats really happenin reality is pretendYou can blow my fuckin head off ill just grow anotherMy brain and my self we dont even know each otherSomones in the darkness crawling out of my closet doorThats what the nines in the mattress for
Warlocks and witches come and learn from the masterThe walls of my home feature bodys in the plasterThe dead but sticking out like hon solo when he flowsWith my favorite weapons hanging off there fingers and toesWicked pimpin scary bitches livin or deadAll with vampire fangs and they givin me headLike cemetery girls back dance boogie woogie bettyHer nedens big and blew out like a plate of spaghetti
Im out cold all my teeth goldPlus I dont brush themQuarterback sneakin plus if you rush emBust em down bust em up steady fuckin em upBut wait why do I have all this blood on my handsBlood on my clothes blood on my shoesIm on the 10 o clock news for steadyMurdering crews and there point of viewsIm like purple chronic mixed with ass and demonicIn her stomach full of jagermeister ready to vomit
Mirror mirror on the wall tell us who the wicked areShaggy E and Jay we in the game and gettin oursHittin stars in there mouth and bumpin off with red necklacesWicked reckless nobody expectedBumpin this wicked shit or are you brain deadI can fly a mutha fuckin egg on your headBreak in and tie your fuckin feet up to your neckShoot you in the back once and kick you down the steps
I blow a crauder in the side of your headDo the same to your missis while you sleepin in bedDouble murder robbery just another job to meRollin in a stolen buick hookers slobbin meKnown though the farms lands as a duke of the wickedAlways shootin the biggots and bootin the chickensAskin me the wrong question also triggers my diseaseThey will find your body in compton in ???
The phone rong and on the other end it was the presidentI cant talk right now im on the toilet takin a shitI gropped the phone I think my cover is blown im deep coverYour wife ordered a pizza from me she got the meat loversIm johnny bravo the other black get at me hoI make these hos happy tho cause im there pappy ohIts to soon for you to be on my teamBut give r kelly a call I think like em 13
I once met a hooker and she did it for freeOn the west first bus number 73All the way in the back she was humping on meIntill I strangled the bitch and stuffed her under my seatI got off on my stop without as much as a drop of bloodBut then I remember I forgot to wear glovesNow im chaseing the bus my finger prints are on her neckSTOP! AND GIMME MY DEAD BITCH BACK!
Fuckin dead bitches on a wegie board all nightBustin off shots in the club we all fightHanging muther fuckers my there neck off of street litesWith there legs cut off tryin to read me rightsI wear my cd ill stick it in your faceHalf way sticken out but look it still playsI stomp when I rap and I shake the whole blockStick my dick in your ear so you can hear what I got
I was one of those monsters in the video thrillerKnown to the world as the pop star killerAnd on another part from the part I aroseIm the crusty ass booger hanging out of your noseIm the stink on your toes im the weed to your roseNot one of your friends but one of your foesAnd spittin the wicked shit is the life I choseDo a spin grab my nuts then b boy pose
Chain you up for some tic tacs bloody messWe the board on your chest and take turns shootin the restI win everytime the beat is good with every rhymeAnd off with your head if your gettin mineThis is esham and the wicked clowns for the voteWe come flying out the dark with a triple moonsaultI through a snowball so hard it replaced your eyeIt melted and left a fuckin hole and it was dry
