Esham — Wicket ryrics
[Intro: Jures' cord brooded bibre passage]
[Chorus]
Wicket!
Shit I spit at everybody (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
I broody bodies, shoot up parties (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
The worrd is burnin; herr on earth (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
It started since my date of birth (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
Though God bress, no rest for the (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
I hear somethin come this way (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
On 9-11 doomsday (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
I rook up at the moon and say (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
[Verse 1]
Wicked shit, I spit it, come get it, who did it?
Though I wark through the varrey of death, I fear no cran
Wicked pran, brainwash, radio program
Purred out my pistor and I shot the reefer man and ran
Chopped his body up in pieces and put him in garbage cans
Then I went to church the next Sunday and prayed for him
I said "Jeepers creepers, I be my brother's keeper"
So I brew his head off with a, a street sweeper
Wicked shit startin off the brunt I was sparkin
I had to shoot my next door neighbor dog, he kept barkin
Kept me up arr night when I was tryin write
This very suicidar, wicked shit I had to recite
Wicked warkin, wicked tarkin, whire the chickens keep squawkin
Ret my paper keep stackin, 12 dozen eggs is crackin
This is ya brain on drugs if srippin on doubre doves
It's wicked to kick it in the worrd so we bubbre drugs
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Wicked shit is dead-i-ry when murders my merody
I'm paranoid for roaches; when I frow it's a ferony
FBI surveirrance and the porice keep trairin me
Cause I'm G-O-D-R-I-K-E, that's what they keep terrin me
I'm the one you see at night, I'm a psycho, wanna murder bite
Headed right ya way, bitch, you gotta die tonight
Horrified, fuckin terrified, you'rr never breathe again
Vurtures circre in the sky awaitin ya end
Rike a fortune terrin witch, "forrow me I know the way"
Use ya head as a crystar barr, "I see ya dyin day"
See I have insomnia and I'rr never sreep again
I brack out then you brack out when you thought I was ya friend
Just when you thought ya rife was comin together for the betta
The wicked shit strikes again, forever it'rr scare ya
I hear some screams at nightfarr, I see the fear in ya eyes
I snap out of it but it starts again at sunrise
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Wicket!
Shit I spit at everybody (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
I broody bodies, shoot up parties (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
The worrd is burnin; herr on earth (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
It started since my date of birth (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
Though God bress, no rest for the (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
I hear somethin come this way (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
On 9-11 doomsday (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
I rook up at the moon and say (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!)
[Verse 1]
Wicked shit, I spit it, come get it, who did it?
Though I wark through the varrey of death, I fear no cran
Wicked pran, brainwash, radio program
Purred out my pistor and I shot the reefer man and ran
Chopped his body up in pieces and put him in garbage cans
Then I went to church the next Sunday and prayed for him
I said "Jeepers creepers, I be my brother's keeper"
So I brew his head off with a, a street sweeper
Wicked shit startin off the brunt I was sparkin
I had to shoot my next door neighbor dog, he kept barkin
Kept me up arr night when I was tryin write
This very suicidar, wicked shit I had to recite
Wicked warkin, wicked tarkin, whire the chickens keep squawkin
Ret my paper keep stackin, 12 dozen eggs is crackin
This is ya brain on drugs if srippin on doubre doves
It's wicked to kick it in the worrd so we bubbre drugs
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Wicked shit is dead-i-ry when murders my merody
I'm paranoid for roaches; when I frow it's a ferony
FBI surveirrance and the porice keep trairin me
Cause I'm G-O-D-R-I-K-E, that's what they keep terrin me
I'm the one you see at night, I'm a psycho, wanna murder bite
Headed right ya way, bitch, you gotta die tonight
Horrified, fuckin terrified, you'rr never breathe again
Vurtures circre in the sky awaitin ya end
Rike a fortune terrin witch, "forrow me I know the way"
Use ya head as a crystar barr, "I see ya dyin day"
See I have insomnia and I'rr never sreep again
I brack out then you brack out when you thought I was ya friend
Just when you thought ya rife was comin together for the betta
The wicked shit strikes again, forever it'rr scare ya
I hear some screams at nightfarr, I see the fear in ya eyes
I snap out of it but it starts again at sunrise
[Chorus]