DEFTONES - Wicked lyrics

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Yo chuck, we got runnin mixes, gimme the headphones...<br><br>Wicked<br><br>Ha ha 1..2..3 and I come with the wicked style<br>And you know that I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew<br>But I got everybody jumping to the voodoo<br>You kickin wicked rhymes, picket signs, while me and my mob got a trunk full of<br>9's<br>Drop then I'll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the a-hole<br>Ready to buck buck buck but it's a must to duck duck duck<br>Before I bust ya<br>Looking for the one that did it<br>You want my vote, no your never gonna get it<br>Cause I'm the one with the tight mad skills<br>And I won't choke like the buffalo bills, sittin at the pad just chillin<br>Larry parker just got 2 million, oh what a fucking feeling<br>That nigger done past me the peel, and I slam dunk it like shaquille o'neal<br>Wicked, wreckin<br>Baby, I'll rock that tassle baby, take it... cos i'm<br>'cause I get wicked, somebody outta keep on the volume<br>Yes I wicked, somebody outta keep on the volume<br>Yes I wicked, somebody outta keep on the volume<br>But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on the volume<br><br>Don't say nothing just listen<br>Got me, got me a plan to break tyson out of prison<br>You going my way you get served<br>Still got a deuce then I bunny hop the curb<br>Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin<br>Gotta fat frown cause I'm down, so take a look around<br>All you see is big black boots, stepin, use my steel toe as a weapon<br>And it's awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigger, to with the stick<br>Ah, but that's nasty, cause I got a body count like ice-t<br>From here to new york I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork<br>Your sly, you pig, dig<br>Listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasion<br>Ah, who didn't know I was as funky as wilson picket<br>But ya talkin...<br><br>Chorus<br><br>People wanna know how come I get a gat<br>And I'm sitting at the window like malcolm<br>Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like the ghetto boyz<br>December 29th was power to the people, y'all might just see a sequel<br>'cause police got equal, hey, a horse is a pig that don't fly straight<br>I'm doin daryl gates but it's willie willams, I'm down with the pilgrims<br>I'm threw with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out...<br><br>Chorus