Insane Clown Posse, Esham - Wicked Rappers Delight lyrics

ICP and Esham, Wicked Rappers Delight, 2015

Fiends of the wicked shit it's
Time to get high
Bump your fucking shit up put
Some wicked shit by
Detroit's legendary demon loop of terror
Staring you right back through your
Eyes in the mirror
Blowin' out your brain spontaneous combustion
Lyrics like a barrel in each
Ear and I'm bustin'
Fire breathing wicked shit
And meltin' microphones
Blowin' speakers into flames setting
Fire to your home

How many times you gonna say I need help
Who gives a fuck if I murder myself
I'm thinkin' suicidal 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 GED
Then I went and clowned the industry with ICP
Threw up the 313, to let you know it's me
Esham's dope, ho, I'm the king of the D

I stole a fuckin' firetruck and
Drove it through a Wendy's
All that happened to me was
A bullet in the kidneys
I almost died, death will look at me
I'll ride again
What's really happenin', reality is pretend
You can blow my fuckin' head off
I'll just grow another my brain and myself
We don't even know each other
Someone's in the darkness crawling out
Of my closet door
That's what the nines in the mattress for

Warlocks and witches come and
Learn from the master
The walls in my home feature
Bodies in the plaster
They're dead but stickin' out like
Han Solo when he froze
With my favurite weapons hangin off
They fingers and toes
Wicked pimpin' scary bitches living or dead
All with vampire fangs and
They givin' me head
Like cemetery girls bat dance
Boogie woogie betty
Her neden's big and blew out
Like a plate of spaghetti

I'm out cold all my teeth gold
Plus I don't brush 'em
Quarter back sneakin' plus mo key
If you rush em bust 'em down
Bust 'em up steady fuckin' 'em up
But wait why do I have all
This blood on my hands
Blood on my clothes blood on my shoes
I'm on the ten o'clock news for steady
Murderin' crews and they point of views
Like, purple chronic mixed with acid demonic
And a stomach full of
Jagermeister ready to vomit

Mirror mirror on the wall tell
Us who the wicked are shaggy, E and J we in
The game and gettin' ours
Hittin' stars in they mouth and
Boltin' off wicked ready
With necklaces wicked reckless
Nobody expects this bumpin' this wicked shit
Homeboy you're braindead
I can fly a motherfuckin egg on your head
Breakin'
And tie your fuckin' feet up to your neck
And shoot you in the back watch
And kick you down the steps

I blow a crater in the side of your head
Do the same to your missus
While y'all sleeping in bed
Double murder robbery, just another job to me
Rollin' in a stolen Buick hookers slobbin' me
Known through the farmlands as
A do gooder wicked
Always shootin the bigots
And bootin' the chickens
Askin' me the wrong question
Also triggers my disease
They'll find your body in Compton
And head in Hollis Queens

The phone broke and on the
Other side was the president
I can't talk right now I'm on
The toilet taking a shit
Hung up the phone I think my
Cover's blown I'm deep cover
Your wife ordered a pizza from
Me she got the meatlovers
I'm Johnny Bravo the other black
Rio get at me ho
I make these ho's happy tho
Cause I'm they pappy oh
It's too soon for you to be on my team
But give R kelly a call
I think he like 'em thirteen

I once met a hooker and she did it for free
On the west verner bus number seventy three
All the way in the back she was humping on me
Until I strangled the bitch and
Stuffed her under my seat
I got off at my stop without so
Much as a drop of blood
But then I realized I forgot to wear gloves
Now I'm chasing the bus my
Fingerprints are on her neck
Stop! and give me my dead bitch back

Fucking dead bitches on a
Ouija board all night
Busting off shots in the club we all fight
Hanging motherfuckers by they neck
Off of streetlights
With they legs cut off trying
To read me rights, shiit
I'll whip my CD at you, stick it in your face
Halfway sticking out but look it still plays
I stomp when I rap and
I shake the whole block
Stick my dick in your ear so
You can hear what I got

I was one of those monsters
From the video "Thriller"
Known to the world as the pop star killer
And from another park from the ground 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
I'm one of your foes
And spitting the wicked shit is
The life I chose
Do a spin grab my nuts and then b-boy pose

Can you walk for some tic tac
Bloody message on the board
On your chest and take turns shootin the rest
I win everytime need to be
Like good with every rhyme
And off with your head if you're
In the way of getting mine
This is Esham and the wicked
Clowns from the vault
We come flying out the dark
With the triple moonsault
I threw a snowball so hard
It replaced your eye
It melted and left a fucking
Hole when it dried

Wicked Rappers Delight
Esham & ICP we wicked rappers delight