Wicked Ways

Lyrics

[Intro] Wicked ways Wicked ways (shi) [Verse 1] I am the eye of the storm, I am the poisonous one, I am the grip of the gun I am the zip of the body bag, zipping it shut when it's done I am the hit and the run, I am the prodigal son, I am Atilla the Hun Rhythm spectacular, cardiovascular rhyming on beats when I run I am a G, I am the genie of flow, rhymes are ingenious, dreaming. and scheming I glow I am a mammoth of flow, hit when your stamina's low, oh So cold, my vocal is postal, top shelf I'm loco, not social, chewing toadstools by myself, hey I am the bite of the beast, I am a night of the feast, I will be fighting the peace Hit like Muhammed Ali 'cause I come with the dangerous reach I am the wolf to the sheep, light on my feet when I creep, uh, 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 rhymes so they call me the genesis Venomous mind need a therapist Sit and recline and unwind with a specialist Talk, yada-yada-yada-yada-yada Quiet when I walk, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter Riot in my thoughts, man, oh, man, oh, man, oh, man, oh, man, oh Quiet in the court, shh 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 an alibi Lord, I need redemption from the tension growing in my mind [Chorus] 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 (rah) [Verse 2] I am the blood run red, I am the day of the dead, rah, rah I am the hole in your head - bullet, pull it, bled, rah Fuck up the whole damn program I'm Hulk Hogan, Wolverine, Logan Trojan horse with the force of a four-door hummer Motherfucker, encore I am the cream of the crop, I'm the 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 ugh Reload, pop, pop, pop, no shame, point at a cop, make him drop Main road pull up, stop, drop the body off (ugh) Mother Mary, me oh my, think I feel a fire inside Dealing with my demons, I've been kneeling, praying to the sky Oh my goodness, oh my gosh, leave me strung out on the cross Let the crows feast on my woes, I lose control when the beat drops Liar, liar, pants on fire, I pray to a false messiah Thought process conflicted in a convoluted magnifier Oh my goodness, oh my days, I'm caught in my wicked ways Sometimes I fall off the path of right- Raw like a motherfucker, kill it with precision, go to war Like I'm Danny Glover, hit 'em, I'll be swinging in the jaw Like an undercover villain. I got rhythm when I talk Kill them when I talk Kill them when I pop off, then drop off the top of, the take-off, I pull up and pull out, then pile up the payout I pick up the liquor, then stick up the checkout I'm quick on the trigger, click, click, pow, pow, quick wit, no doubt Lit Brit, more clout, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick flow, wow Come with the fire that burn an empire Return the barb wire, don take ya higher I'mma kill it like I've always killed it, body bag zip it I'mma fill it like I've always filled it, keep it so prolific [Chorus] 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 [Outro] Wicked ways (ways, ways, ways, ways) Wicked ways (shew)