WICKED WAYZ E

Narcissist motherfucker. Rip the dip and I split the wig. I'm pickin' pines for body parts, choppin' up in My pit. Hit you with the fuckin' message, sendin' 'em into the death. Sick, spittin' the sentence with the wicked up in Effect. Check the record when tippin' the ship and Shout the count off in my chamber. Hang double with the anger. Drop on the angels, appear like Criss Angel's. Rearrange the angles to fuckin' the house up. Picked up on my shot, too hot, locked and Bust. Motherfucker get comfortable when you're Chillin' with a buster. Buster the buffer and buffer busta. Fuck what you're bringin', I'm bringin' a pump it Up dose of dust. Rock with the anvil, Come hop with the castle. Shock to the realer kids but you're just in The Phantom. Top rockin' black tights in '89 outta Seven. I made 'em out of death. Many men can't come kick the message. Reach for him to spin us, you get left Up in the wind your rhythm is like it's Missin'. You might as well just be missin'. I'll be back when you're different, mo-bro, and mind Your business. Motherfuck what you spittin' and Motherfuck what you gettin' into, son. You get dumped by the pitcher, turnin' first to A river. So just probably go rip it, just A timber, thanks for scissors. I split 'em like a cellar, motherfucker, kill you. Kick it back up front and biz without the Prince, we'd just be different 'cause I kill 'em Really quickly. Gonna bring 'em back to life and They die right with it. Sickest nigga on the block with the wick and The cylinder. Hold the smoke up in your brain While my partners connect. Be by the recipe, got backed up by the Bullet. I fold it with underneath the center seat On the dark and visionary. And I let the folk read the same in Truth. Definitely off of lovin' off with the entity. Seventy-seven feet deep down to the ebony. Third degree burns in my lungs, hoppin' heavily. Twenty-five lives in my collection of recipes. Fuck who to mind, put your brains in the Sky. Pitch our brain to the block, bars shittin' At the stop. Dark tips on the cards, Call the game up sharp. All the grades on the wall, keep on creepin' 'til you stop. And I never look back and Forth. Lookin' at your brain scan smoke, movin' out Of my yard. Movin' out of my...