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Wicked ways I am the eye of the storm, I am the poisonous one, I am the grip of the gun I am zip of the body bags, zipping it shut when I'm done I am the hit and the run, I am the prodigal son I am Attila the Hun, rhythm spectacular The cardiovascular rhyming beast when I run I am the G, I am the genie of flow Brands, [?] I am a mammoth of flow, hit when his staminas low So cold, my vocal is postal, top shelf I'm loco, not social, chewing toadstools by myself I am the bite of the beast, I am the night of the feast I will be fighting the peace hit like Muhammad Ali 'cause I come with the danger reach I am the wolf to the sheep, light on my feet when I creep I am the cousin of sleep, sleep is the cousin of death so I guess I'm the grimmest I reap I am the nemesis, enter the dragon, put emphasis on the creation of rhyme So they call me the genesis, venomous, might need a therapist Sit and recline and unwind with a specialist Talk yadda, yadda, yadda, yadda Quiet when I walk, pitta patta, pitta patta, pitta, in my thoughts Man a, man a, man a, man are quiet in the court Letras de canciones Oh, sweet Jesus, oh my, my, what will fill my appetite? What will feed this hunger in my stomach growing every night? Oh, my goodness, oh my days, I'm stuck in my wicked ways Sometimes I fall off the path of righteousness, but that's okay Oh, sweet Jesus, oh my, my, Lord, I need a lullaby Lord I need redemption from the tension growing in my mind Oh, my goodness, oh, my days, I'm caught in my wicked ways Sometimes I fall off the path of righteousness, but that's okay I am the blood run red, I am the day of the dead I am the hole in your head, bullet, pull it, lead Fuck up the whole damn program, I'm Hulk Hogan, Wolverine, Logan Trojan horse with the thought of a four door Hummer Motherfucker, encore I am the cream of the crop, I'm a behemoth of pop, I will be stopping the clocks I am the one that makes you bow down, when you're down there suck my uh Reload pop, pop, pop, no shame point at a cop, make him drop Meanwhile, pull up, stop, drop the body off Mother Mary, me oh my, think I feel a fight inside Dealing with my demons, I've been kneeling, praying to the sky Oh, my goodness, oh my gosh, leave me strung on the cross Let the crows feed on my bones, I lose control when the beat drops Liar, liar pants on fire I pray to a false messiah thought process conflicted in a convoluted nightmare fire Oh my goodness, oh my days, I'm caught in my wicked ways Sometimes I fall off the path of righhhhhhh Ball like a motherfucking kid with precision, go to war like I'm Danny Glover, hit 'em I'll be spinning the jaw like an undercover villain, I got rhythm when I talk, kill them when I talk, kill them when I talk Kill them when I pop off and drop off, the top off, the take off, I pull off and pull out, then pile up the payout I pick up the liquor and stick up the checkout, finger the trigger, click-click, pow-pow, quick, quick, no doubt, lip rip, more clout, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, oh wow Come with the fire to burn an empire Return the barbed wire, don't you higher I'm a always kill it like I always kill it, body back zip it I'm a fill it like I always filled it Keep it so prolific it Oh my goodness Oh my days, I'm stuck in my wicked ways Sometimes I fall off the path of righteousness, but that's okay Wicked ways Ways Wicked ways From Letras Mania