The Wicketshit Will Never Die

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6 Here comes the voodoo what'cha gone do when my crew Back from the dead once more again f**kin' up the flow again, f**k it here we go again Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked shit Burned down the church comin' through like the exorcist Next to this, you get put on my shit list Throw lifers get dissed you can't f**k with this Wicked wild, wicked style, I don't give a f**k I'll get buck wild I'm psycho just like Michael And I might go a little something like this, suicidalist Dangerous minds bust when I bust Digging up dust now I must, in God you trust If I add just then I add just this No justice, no peace, bloody body police Belly of da pig got me fiendin' for a cracker Jack be nimble make your body tremble Cardiac arrest for the one in the chest Then I K-I-double L T-H-E-F-E-T-U-S Yes, I'm down with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest You try but don't cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll never die Once again I ressurected niggaz unexpected A closed casket when I leaped out and blasted a basket Case brother of insanity I'm not alone Havin' fatal thoughts of puttin' a chrome to my dome Now what kinda wicked shit? This some ol' wicked shit Not so many niggaz all over devil diggin' shit Stay up off my d**k, my style's sick, but I'm so sick of this Helter skelter bite my shit, it's so ridiculous I know my shit's phatter than Luther Vandross Psychic connection wanna hit me with the holy ghost Overdose, diagnose, niggaz in a comotose Once I buck, buck ya, nigga motherf**k ya Voodoo wicked child born a bastard Visions of bloody bodies bein' blasted Thinkin' of excuses, voices in my head mental abuses Loses my mind, thou