Get Ya Wicked On
I punch bitches in they fake titties(he does),
I got warrants in like 8 cities(he does),
I like to murder those provoking(he does),
I swing quick and leave a mother fucker's throat hangin open,
I drink the blood of a street rat(he does),
Yo, Monox boogie where the weed at,
I got 18 plus speed(uh huh),
With plus two dagger from the Tomb of Horrors, D&D,
We cave heads in with a brick(we do),
We fuck hotties with the same dick(we do),
We eat power lines and generators(we do),
One time we shut Detroit city out for like 11 hours,
We the wickedest believe that(we do),
Stevie wonder-bra can see that(shit he do),
We'll rip your head off, and swing it by the hair, until we get blood everywhere,
Motherfucker get ya wicked on!

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We know you hate who we are, but even in shangri-la, a wicked clown gotta get they wicked on.

I'll 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),
This is southwest side ghetto territory,
I can make a fist with your neck in it(he can),
I need my medication every 20 minutes(he does),
I store dead bodies all up under my house,
and every night i hear them runnin they mouth gettin wicked on me,
Day-Days on my black herse(we do),
Clown love juggalos first(they do),
Red and black skull caps everywhere,
With the fresh face paint and the twiztid hair,
We find peace at the graveyard(we do),
Me and The Wraith sit and play cards(they do),
So move outta our way(and get out of our path),
Or we'll saw your head in half, mother fucker get ya wicked on!