Get Wick’d

Lyrics

[Intro] 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 'cause I stick to the facts! (And go!) [Verse 1] Don't matter if the whole planet's givin him flack Action flicks were dead, guess we're bringing 'em back (Yeah!) Are you scared of the Boogieman? Listen to dad It's not what you did, it's who you did it to, brat (Ha!) 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 'Cause he'll never drift far from his target's head Drop a hammer to concrete, 'cause 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) [Pre-Chorus] Shot to your thighs, drop to your knees (Ugh) 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! [Chorus] 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 [Bridge] 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 [Verse 2] 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? (Yes) [Pre-Chorus] 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 wits (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 [Chorus] 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 [Outro] 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