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*****' up the flow again, f*** it here we go again
Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked s***
Burned down the church comin' through like the exorcist
Next to this, you get put on my s*** list
Throw lifers get dissed you can't f*** with this
Wicked wild, wicked style, I don't give a f*** 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, b***** 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 s***'ll never die
Once again I ressurected n***** 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 s***? This some ol' wicked s***
Not so many n***** all over devil diggin' s***
Stay up off my d***, my style's sick, but I'm so sick of this
Helter skelter b*** my s***, it's so ridiculous
I know my s***'s phatter than Luther Vandross
Psychic connection wanna hit me with the holy ghost
Overdose, diagnose, n***** in a comotose
Once I buck, buck ya, n**** m********* ya
Voodoo wicked child born a b******
Visions of b***** bodies bein' blasted
Thinkin' of excuses, voices in my head mental abuses
Loses my mind, thought the flatline refuses
To answer, you can fess s*** as you question
Me and myself verses Smith and Wesson
I'm that n**** with the wicked a** flow
b**** you better act like you know
'Cause the wicked s*** will never die
The wicked s*** will never 187
Never go to heaven and f*** that reverend
All day whenever and
Feel like givin' up, mind starts blowin' up
Some old wicked s***, once again I'm throwin' up
A fit, I'm never gonna get into heaven
That's why I bought me a three 57
f*** a reverend, and God I can't trust is true
So when I go to hell, better me and not you
I'ma walk the b***** trail and you can follow if you want
If you truly understand but my man I think you don't
I'm a suicidal revital, my t**le's homicidal
So many n***** will die when I write my recital
They don't understand that I gotta plan for the klan
The area nation, white caucasian
I'm sick of all the bullshit I'd rather be dead
But first I better put a bullet in your head instead
They said that everything I said was a lie
But if you go and kill the fetus you cry
But the wicked s*** will never die
Here comes the voodoo what'cha gone do when my crew
Back from the dead once more again
f*****' up the flow again, f*** it here we go again
Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked s***
Burned down the church comin' through like the exorcist
Next to this, you get put on my s*** list
Throw lifers get dissed you can't f*** with this
Wicked wild, wicked style, I don't give a f*** 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, b***** 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 s***'ll never die
Once again I ressurected n***** 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 s***? This some ol' wicked s***
Not so many n***** all over devil diggin' s***
Stay up off my d***, my style's sick, but I'm so sick of this
Helter skelter b*** my s***, it's so ridiculous
I know my s***'s phatter than Luther Vandross
Psychic connection wanna hit me with the holy ghost
Overdose, diagnose, n***** in a comotose
Once I buck, buck ya, n**** m********* ya
Voodoo wicked child born a b******
Visions of b***** bodies bein' blasted
Thinkin' of excuses, voices in my head mental abuses
Loses my mind, thought the flatline refuses
To answer, you can fess s*** as you question
Me and myself verses Smith and Wesson
I'm that n**** with the wicked a** flow
b**** you better act like you know
'Cause the wicked s*** will never die
The wicked s*** will never 187
Never go to heaven and f*** that reverend
All day whenever and
Feel like givin' up, mind starts blowin' up
Some old wicked s***, once again I'm throwin' up
A fit, I'm never gonna get into heaven
That's why I bought me a three 57
f*** a reverend, and God I can't trust is true
So when I go to hell, better me and not you
I'ma walk the b***** trail and you can follow if you want
If you truly understand but my man I think you don't
I'm a suicidal revital, my t**le's homicidal
So many n***** will die when I write my recital
They don't understand that I gotta plan for the klan
The area nation, white caucasian
I'm sick of all the bullshit I'd rather be dead
But first I better put a bullet in your head instead
They said that everything I said was a lie
But if you go and kill the fetus you cry
But the wicked s*** will never die