get Ya Wicked On - ICP

[Kurbee]

I punch bitchies in they fake titties, He does,
I got warrents in like eight cities, He does,
I like to murder those provokin', He Does,
I swing quick and leave a motha ****as throat hangin' open,
I drink the blood of a street rat, He does,
Yo, Monox Boogie where the weed at?
I got eighteen plus speed, Uh huh,
With a plus two dagger from the Tomb of Horrors D&D,
We cave heads in with a brick, We do,
We **** hotties wit the same dick, We do,
We eat powerlines and generators, We do,
One time we shut Detroit city up for like eleven hours,
We the wickedest beleive that, We do,
Stevie's wonder bra can see that, **** he do,
We'll rip yo' head off, and swing it by the hair,
Until we get blood everywhere, Motha ****a get ya wicked on!

We know you hate who we are,
But even in Shangri-La,
A Wicked Clown gotta get they Wicked On, Wicked On,

We know you hate who we are,
But even in Shangri-La,
A Wicked Clown gotta get they Wicked On...

I drive a tank through your high school, He does,
I let the Carnival high rule, He does,
I get sick like a crime story, he does,
Motha ****a, this is southwest side ghetto territory,
I can make a fist wit' yo neck in it, He can,
I need my medication every twenty minutes, he does,
I store dead bodies all up under my house,
and every night I hear em runnin' they mouths,
They getting wicked on me,
Day - Days on my black herse, We do,
Clown Love, Juggalos first, They do,
Red and Clack skull caps everywhere,
With the fresh face paint, contacts, and Twiztid hair,
We find peace at the graveyard, We Do,
Me and the Wraith sit and play cards, They Do,
So move out of our way, and get outta my path,
or we'll saw your head in half, Mother****er get ya wicked on!