Deftones - Wicked lyrics
[Deftones - Wicked lyrics]
Yo Chuck! We got running
Mixes in the headphones ah ha ha ha ha!
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, me and
My mob got a truck full of 9's
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 phat 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 niggaare
Done past me the pill
And I slam dunk it like Shaquille O'Neal
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 now I'm in your face
So you'll keep on your fire
Don't say nothing just listen
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, going flat frown cause I'm
Down, so take a look around, all
You see is big black boots steppin'
Use my steel toe as a weapon and
It's awfully quiet you want to
Live with this niggaare, to with the stick
Ah, but that's nasty
'cause I got a body count like
Ice T from in New
York I get them skins, and I
Ain't talking about pork your sly, you pig
Dig, listen from the flow from
A soul fro'ed caucasian, oh, your picket
Signs, you know all this funky
Ass wisdom picket budget talking
'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 now I'm in your face
So you'll keep on your fire
People wanna know how come I got
A Gat and I'm sitting at
The window like Malcolm ready to bring that
Noise and going to get heavy
Like the Ghetto Boyz december 29th
Was power to the people, you might
Just see a sequel, 'cause
Police got equal pay
A horse is a pig that don't
Fly straight i'm doin Daryl Gates
But it's Willie Willams, i'm down with
The pilgrims, I'm through with the pig, so
I think the job is dead, get
Out
'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 now I'm in your face
So you'll keep on your fire
Mixes in the headphones ah ha ha ha ha!
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, me and
My mob got a truck full of 9's
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 phat 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 niggaare
Done past me the pill
And I slam dunk it like Shaquille O'Neal
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 now I'm in your face
So you'll keep on your fire
Don't say nothing just listen
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, going flat frown cause I'm
Down, so take a look around, all
You see is big black boots steppin'
Use my steel toe as a weapon and
It's awfully quiet you want to
Live with this niggaare, to with the stick
Ah, but that's nasty
'cause I got a body count like
Ice T from in New
York I get them skins, and I
Ain't talking about pork your sly, you pig
Dig, listen from the flow from
A soul fro'ed caucasian, oh, your picket
Signs, you know all this funky
Ass wisdom picket budget talking
'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 now I'm in your face
So you'll keep on your fire
People wanna know how come I got
A Gat and I'm sitting at
The window like Malcolm ready to bring that
Noise and going to get heavy
Like the Ghetto Boyz december 29th
Was power to the people, you might
Just see a sequel, 'cause
Police got equal pay
A horse is a pig that don't
Fly straight i'm doin Daryl Gates
But it's Willie Willams, i'm down with
The pilgrims, I'm through with the pig, so
I think the job is dead, get
Out
'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 now I'm in your face
So you'll keep on your fire