Ren - Wicked Ways lyrics

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

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