Wicked lyrics

Yo Chuck, we got runnin mixes in da headphones. . .

Wicked!!!!

Ha Ha 1. .2. .3 and I come with the wicked style

and you know that I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew

But I got everybody jumping to the voodoo

You kickin wicked rhymes, picket signs, while me and my mob got

a t

Drop then I'll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the A-hole

Ready to Buck! Buck! Buck! but it's a must to Duck! Duck! Duck!

Before I bust ya!

Looking for the one that did it

You want my vote, no your never gonna get it

Cause I'm the one with the tight mad skills

And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills, Sittin at the pad just chillin

Larry Parker just got 2 million, Oh what a fucking feeling

That nigger done past me the peel, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille

Wicked, Wreckin

Baby, I'll rock that test tube baby, take it. . .

'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire

But know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire

Don't say nothing just listen

Got me, got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison

You going my way you get served

Still got a deuce then I bunny hop the curb

Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin

Gotta fat frown cause I'm down, so take a look around

All you see is big black boots, step in, use my steel toe as a weapon

And it's awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigger, to with

From here to New York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about p

Your sly, you pig, dig

Listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasion

Ah, who didn't know I was as funky as Wilson Picket

but ya talkin. . .

[chorus]

People wanna know how come I get a gat

and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm

Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like Ghetto

Blaster

December 29th was power to the people, ya'll might just see a

sequence

'Cause police got equal, hey, A horse is a pig that dosen't fly straight

I'm doin Daryl Gates but it's Willie Williams, I'm doin with the pil

I'm threw with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out. . .

[chorus]

• Artist:Korn
• Album:Life Is Peachy (1996)