Wicked (feat. Chino Moreno)

Yo Chuck, we got running mixes in the headphones

Wicked!

Ha-ha!

One, two, three, and I come with the wicked style (Style)

You know that I'm from the wicked crew

You act like you knew

But I got everybody jumping to the voodoo

Yeah, you, you can kick it wicked rhymes, picket signs

While me and the mob gotta trunk full of nines

Drop, and I'll slay ya

Play, play thug-made, ah from the heya

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 you're never gonna get it

'Cause I'm the one with the fat, mad skills

And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills

Sittin' at the pad just chillin'

Larry Parker just got two million

Oh, what a fuckin' feelin'

That **** done past me the peel

And I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal

Like it, work it, baby, I'll rock that test tube baby

Kick it, 'cause I get…

Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

I'm wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

I'm wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire (Wicked!)

Ooh, ah

Shit

Skoo-ba-coo-ze-zah-heh

Don't say nothin', just listen

Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison

You come my way, ya get served

Still got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb

Nappy head, nappy chest

Nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin

Gotta fat frown 'cause I'm down

So take a look around

All you see is big black boots

Step in, use my steel toe as a weapon

And it's awfully quiet, they want to label this ****

Do with the sticker, but that's nasty

'Cause I gotta body count like Ice-T

From here to New York

I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork

You're sly, ya pig, dig, listen from the flow from a so-fro'd caucasian

Ah, who didn't know I was as funky as Wilson Picket, but you talkin'

Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

I'm wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

I'm wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire

Ooh!

Something' here with this shit off

Yeah

The fuck out my cat, come on

People wanna know how come

I gotta gat, and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm

Ready to bring that noise

Kinda trigger-happy like the Ghetto Boys

April twenty-ninth was power to the people

Ya'll might just see a sequel

'Cause police got equal pay

A horse is a pig that don't fly straight!

I'm doin' Darryl Gates, but is Willie Williams

Down with the pilgrims?

I'm through with the picket signs

So I think the job is dead, get out 'cause I get…

Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

I'm wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

I'm wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

But know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire

I'm wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

I'm wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

I'm wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire (Wicked!)

Fuzz

Boo-boo

Ha-ha-ha

Say

'Cause I'm wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

I'm wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

I'm wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

But know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire

'Cause I'm wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

I'm wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

'Cause I'm wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

But know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire (Wicked!)