JT Music - Get Wick’d lyrics

You put a hit on Wick? Are you wickity-wack?
So much as touch his whip
You'll get wickity-whacked
Snuffin' Russians out
Wicked quick with his gat
It was just a puppy? Time to snippity-snap!
Grab another mag, cock it back
Clickity-clack
Applaud as the mafia gets clippity-clapped
They better lickity-split lickity-stat
I'll never say you're safe because
I stick to the facts!

Don't matter if the whole
Planet's givin 'em flack
Action flicks were dead
Guess we're bringing 'em back
Are you scared of the
Boogieman? Listen to dad
It's not what you did, it's
Who you did it to, brat


Can you feel the heat coming
Off Wick cause he packed
So many that he couldn't fit
'em on a rickety rack
But he's fit to kick an
Entire crime syndicate's ass
If this is high octane
He's barely hittin' the gas

Start your engines, he'll come for vengeance
Carvin' sharp drifts if you wanna test him
In a muscle car, buckle up, slobs
You're dead 'Cuz he'll never drift far
From his target's head
Drop a hammer to concrete, 'cuz underneath
Hot damn, that's an arsenal what a treat!
He'll watch his manners
On Continental property
Long as you got Blanton's
Hand 'em a bottle please (Cheers)
Shot to your thighs, drop to your knees (UHH)
He'll pop between your eyes so
You watch as he leaves (Bye bye)
Every domino line, they fall with such ease
Locked in his sights
Swiss 'em harder than cheese
Do not need a scythe
With the Glock he will reap
His revenge, until then
He is not gonna sleep
When he's done with you punks
There are none who will grieve
It's the autobiography of Keanu, The Reeves!

This song's about to get lit
(This song's about to get lit)
Stick around, you're bound to get wick'd
(Stick around, you're bound to get wick'd)
He's crossin' off his hit list
(He's crossin' off his hit list)
Armageddon will hit quick
Scratch gettin' whacked
You're fixin' to get wick'd

Don't set him off, yo (Huh?)
I said don't set him off, yo (Huh?)
Do you want a new motto?
Mitts off the whip, paws off the doggo

Excommunicato, John lost the lotto
But now I tell
Y'all where you can shove your blood oaths
Right up your buttholes!
So Baba Yaga do not stop once he's gone rogue
(Watch out)
Safety off, he's set to full-auto
He'll drop a bomb on you
Turn around and walk slow
He can't dodge bullets
So take your best shot
Though if death got personified
He'd be The One! (OH)
Morpheus, is the prophecy true?
Sorry not this movie wrong Keanu (Whoops)
But if I was a flower
Wouldn't you praise me? From the look of it
You love pushing up daisies
With everything that's in his weapon set
Is he a walking Wikipedia of death, you bet
He'll erase you from existence, pencil neck
Can I make a dinner reservation for seven
Dead? (Dead)

He wrote a book on tactical attacks
Give him a Mustang
He'll be tearing up the track
Fuck retirement
I'm thinkin' that he's comin' back
And you won't need a stunt
Double just a double tap
So if you're not a man of wit's (Wit)
Better run first chance you get (Shit)
At your vigil there won't be
A single candle lit you're no match
So don't act like you can handle WICK
(handle WICK)

This song's about to get lit
(This song's about to get lit)
Stick around, you're bound to get wick'd
(Stick around, you're bound to get wick'd)
He's crossin' off his hit list
(He's crossin' off his hit list)
Armageddon will hit quick
Scratch gettin' whacked
You're fixin' to get wick'd

Put your money where your
Mouth's been talkin'
Now you're nothing but a dead man walkin'
Better get your guns up 'cause
You're gonna GET WICK'D