Lyrics:
himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt
and freaks
Listen in his voice when he speaks
Hear it like the anger in the roar of the thundering storm cloud
But wicked is the weather that continues
Pure wickedness and wicked men just a run the world
If it's not prophecy then we're living in a crazy world
Pure wickedness and wicked men just a run
Yeah
Check it
Yo, yo
Man, my mental is cut through some pain like a chainsaw
Now my brain's wrong, think I'm cursed, going AwoL
I've been running
with it 'cause you don't
Know how long you got left
If you deny God before man, well
Then you by yo'self
Repent now and turn from sin
Don't give in
I am the tin man
For a hundred years he rested here
Rusted shut and so dormant
In a little lost corner where no one strolls
In the soul of this
Shit it wicked
Shit it wicked
Everybody up in everybody business
This shit is wicked
Everybody up in everybody business
Whatever bitch you wanna
Make me Bold as a Lion
Make me Bold as a Lion
Bold as a Lion, Lord
The wicked flee haunted by the deeds of their conscience
They have no peace when they
"In this country a man's home is his castle."
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
"In this country a man's home is his castle"
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run 'cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
is true
Ya need the same identity, define how he soars
He's the wicked man, the wicked just begun
Call him Timbaland the resurrection
Now reach
amongst the crowd
A strange and erratic man
Made his way down where he found
Himself being stop by the king's guards
At the blockage
Insisted he had
with a good timing man
She loves him in spite of his wicked ways that she don't understand
Through teardrops and laughter, they'll pass through this
shall return
Everything that is wicked
In the fire it shall burn
America is falling
Cause the States are no longer United
It's been infiltrated by
the
Motherfucker in his abdomen
Silly wicked bloody Jack-O-Lantern he
Died dead center of the pumpkin patch we
Heard him screamin' as he carved
'til he hit bone
He
and modern day babbles
Raw from Africa and golden ropes and sandles
By wicked thieves and vandals
Who man-handled us with leather whips and burnin candles
Jeff, relax)
Wicked man, wicked man telling us lies
Ah big phat lies
Little man, little man you're ma's a pizza pie
Big man, big man everybody's whore
No rest for the wicked its death at every turn
Use to call me the future now the future my concern
Now don't you understand man universal law
What you
to Kingston man from where this all came
Babylon nah gon like this one
Nah gon like this like
Try and fight this one
Try and fight this
Wicked nah gon like
Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing
You're missing the hootah of the funky Buddah
Eluder of the fucked up style's that get wicked
So come
of the wicked ina camouflage.
Mi waa fi know a weh dem dutty heart stem from. “Probably a dem father dawg” use dem smile fi hide dem intention. “Camouflage man
If you knew what's on my mind you'd think I'm wicked
Imma reminisce on times I think I'm missing
And the ones that say they riding ain't get
jealousy and envy, heavy and plenty
Within the man who claim they friendly
But really, not really, blind shots
But see it clearly, that's without the henny
pot
Tecca Nina gonna be sought after this drop by the people that go toss rappers hip hop
So you thinking you religious?
When you condemn another man
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