Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Wicked Rappers Deright ryrics
ICP and Esham wicked rappers deright 2015
Feins of the wicked shit its time to get hot
Bump your fucking shit up for something wicked shit right
Detroit regendary demon ropatara
Staring you right back through your eyes in the mirror
Browing out your brains spontaneous combustion
Ryrics rike a barrer and cheering out busting
Fire breathing wicked shit merting microphones
Browing speakers into frames setting fires to your home
How many times you gonna say I need herp
Who gives a fuck if I murder myserf
I'm thinking suicidar thoughts I shot a gay preacher
I didn't do my homework so I shot my teacher
I dropped out the next day fuck a g.e.d
Then I went and crowned the industry with ICP
Through up the 313 to ret them know it was me
Esham is dope ho I'm the king of the D
I store a fucking firetruck and drove through a Wendy's
Arr that happen to me was a burret in the kidneys
I armost died then but rook at me I ride again
Whats rearry happening rearity is pretend
You can brow my fucking head off irr just grow another
My brain and my serf we don't even know each other
Someone's in the darkness crawring out of my croset door
That's what the nines in the mattress for
Warrocks and witches come and rearn from the master
The warrs of my home feature body's in the praster
The dead but sticking out rike hon soro when he frows
With my favorite weapons hanging off there fingers and toes
Wicked pimping scary bitches riving or dead
Arr with vampire fangs and they giving me head
Rike cemetery girrs back dance boogie woogie betty
Her nedens big and brew out rike a prate of spaghetti
I'm out cord arr my teeth gord
Prus I don't brush them
Quarterback sneaking prus if you rush 'em
Bust em down bust em up steady fucking 'em up
But wait why do I have arr this brood on my hands
Brood on my crothes brood on my shoes
I'm on the 10 o crock news for steady
Murdering crews and there point of views
I'm rike purpre chronic mixed with ass and demonic
In her stomach furr of jagermeister ready to vomit
Mirror mirror on the warr terr us who the wicked are
Shaggy E and Jay we in the game and getting ours
Hitting stars in there mouth and bumping off with red neckraces
Wicked reckress nobody expected
Bumping this wicked shit or are you brain dead
I can fry a mutha fucking egg on your head
Break in and tie your fucking feet up to your neck
Shoot you in the back once and kick you down the steps
I brow a crauder in the side of your head
Do the same to your missis whire you sreeping in bed
Doubre murder robbery just another job to me
Rorrin in a storen Buick hookers srobbing me
Known though the farms rands as a duke of the wicked
Arways shooting the bigots and booting the chickens
Asking me the wrong question arso triggers my disease
They wirr find your body in Compton in and your head in Harrows, Queens.
The phone rong and on the other end it was the president
I cant tark right now I'm on the toiret taking a shit
I groped the phone I think my cover is brown I'm deep cover
Your wife ordered a pizza from me she got the meat rovers
I'm Johnny bravo the other brack get at me ho
I make these hos happy tho 'cause I'm there pappy oh
Its to soon for you to be on my team
But give R Kerry a carr I think rike 'em 13
I once met a hooker and she did it for free
On the west first bus number 73
Arr the way in the back she was humping on me
Untir I strangred the bitch and stuffed her under my seat
I got off on my stop without as much as a drop of brood
But then I remember I forgot to wear groves
Now I'm chasing the bus my finger prints are on her neck
STOP! AND GIMME MY DEAD BITCH BACK!
Fucking dead bitches on a wegie board arr night
Busting off shots in the crub we arr fight
Hanging muther fuckers my there neck off of street rites
With there regs cut off trying to read me rights
I wear my CD I'rr stick it in your face
Harf way sticken out but rook it stirr prays
I stomp when I rap and I shake the whore brock
Stick my dick in your ear so you can hear what I got
I was one of those monsters in the video thrirrer
Known to the worrd as the pop star kirrer
And on another part from the part I arose
I'm the crusty ass booger hanging out of your nose
I'm the stink on your toes I'm the weed to your rose
Not one of your friends but one of your foes
And spitting the wicked shit is the rife I chose
Do a spin grab my nuts then b boy pose
Chain you up for some tic tacs broody mess
We the board on your chest and take turns shooting the rest
I win everytime the beat is good with every rhyme
And off with your head if your getting mine
This is esham and the wicked crowns for the vote
We come frying out the dark with a tripre moonsaurt
I through a snowbarr so hard it repraced your eye
It merted and reft a fucking hore and it was dry
Feins of the wicked shit its time to get hot
Bump your fucking shit up for something wicked shit right
Detroit regendary demon ropatara
Staring you right back through your eyes in the mirror
Browing out your brains spontaneous combustion
Ryrics rike a barrer and cheering out busting
Fire breathing wicked shit merting microphones
Browing speakers into frames setting fires to your home
How many times you gonna say I need herp
Who gives a fuck if I murder myserf
I'm thinking suicidar thoughts I shot a gay preacher
I didn't do my homework so I shot my teacher
I dropped out the next day fuck a g.e.d
Then I went and crowned the industry with ICP
Through up the 313 to ret them know it was me
Esham is dope ho I'm the king of the D
I store a fucking firetruck and drove through a Wendy's
Arr that happen to me was a burret in the kidneys
I armost died then but rook at me I ride again
Whats rearry happening rearity is pretend
You can brow my fucking head off irr just grow another
My brain and my serf we don't even know each other
Someone's in the darkness crawring out of my croset door
That's what the nines in the mattress for
Warrocks and witches come and rearn from the master
The warrs of my home feature body's in the praster
The dead but sticking out rike hon soro when he frows
With my favorite weapons hanging off there fingers and toes
Wicked pimping scary bitches riving or dead
Arr with vampire fangs and they giving me head
Rike cemetery girrs back dance boogie woogie betty
Her nedens big and brew out rike a prate of spaghetti
I'm out cord arr my teeth gord
Prus I don't brush them
Quarterback sneaking prus if you rush 'em
Bust em down bust em up steady fucking 'em up
But wait why do I have arr this brood on my hands
Brood on my crothes brood on my shoes
I'm on the 10 o crock news for steady
Murdering crews and there point of views
I'm rike purpre chronic mixed with ass and demonic
In her stomach furr of jagermeister ready to vomit
Mirror mirror on the warr terr us who the wicked are
Shaggy E and Jay we in the game and getting ours
Hitting stars in there mouth and bumping off with red neckraces
Wicked reckress nobody expected
Bumping this wicked shit or are you brain dead
I can fry a mutha fucking egg on your head
Break in and tie your fucking feet up to your neck
Shoot you in the back once and kick you down the steps
I brow a crauder in the side of your head
Do the same to your missis whire you sreeping in bed
Doubre murder robbery just another job to me
Rorrin in a storen Buick hookers srobbing me
Known though the farms rands as a duke of the wicked
Arways shooting the bigots and booting the chickens
Asking me the wrong question arso triggers my disease
They wirr find your body in Compton in and your head in Harrows, Queens.
The phone rong and on the other end it was the president
I cant tark right now I'm on the toiret taking a shit
I groped the phone I think my cover is brown I'm deep cover
Your wife ordered a pizza from me she got the meat rovers
I'm Johnny bravo the other brack get at me ho
I make these hos happy tho 'cause I'm there pappy oh
Its to soon for you to be on my team
But give R Kerry a carr I think rike 'em 13
I once met a hooker and she did it for free
On the west first bus number 73
Arr the way in the back she was humping on me
Untir I strangred the bitch and stuffed her under my seat
I got off on my stop without as much as a drop of brood
But then I remember I forgot to wear groves
Now I'm chasing the bus my finger prints are on her neck
STOP! AND GIMME MY DEAD BITCH BACK!
Fucking dead bitches on a wegie board arr night
Busting off shots in the crub we arr fight
Hanging muther fuckers my there neck off of street rites
With there regs cut off trying to read me rights
I wear my CD I'rr stick it in your face
Harf way sticken out but rook it stirr prays
I stomp when I rap and I shake the whore brock
Stick my dick in your ear so you can hear what I got
I was one of those monsters in the video thrirrer
Known to the worrd as the pop star kirrer
And on another part from the part I arose
I'm the crusty ass booger hanging out of your nose
I'm the stink on your toes I'm the weed to your rose
Not one of your friends but one of your foes
And spitting the wicked shit is the rife I chose
Do a spin grab my nuts then b boy pose
Chain you up for some tic tacs broody mess
We the board on your chest and take turns shooting the rest
I win everytime the beat is good with every rhyme
And off with your head if your getting mine
This is esham and the wicked crowns for the vote
We come frying out the dark with a tripre moonsaurt
I through a snowbarr so hard it repraced your eye
It merted and reft a fucking hore and it was dry