Let's get wicked!
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This is the Limp Bizkit version motherfucker!
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One, two, three and I come with the wicked
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style and you know that I'm from, the wicked
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crew, act like you knew
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'Cause I got everybody jumpin to the voodoo, kick it
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Wicked, rhymes, picket, signs
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While me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
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Play ya and I'll slay ya
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I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
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Ready to - - - and it's a must
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to - - - before I bust
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Lookin for the one that did it
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but like En Vogue, no you're never gonna get it
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Cos I'm the one with the fat mad skills
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and I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills
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Sittin at the pad just chillin
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'cause Larry Wilkins just got two million, oh what a fucking feelin
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So shake that nigga and pass me the pill
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and I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal
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Kick it 'cause I get wicked!
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I get wicked!
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I get wicked!
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Won't say nuttin, just listen
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Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison
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Come my way and get served
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Still got a duece that'll bunny hop the curb
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Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin
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Never seen with a happy grin
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Show the fat foul 'cause I'm down
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Take a look around
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and all you see is big black boots steppin
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Use my steel toe as a weapon
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Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to
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label this nigga, tape with the sticker
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Kickin out girls that's nicety
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Yo, I gotta body count like Ice-T
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From here to New York
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I get skins and ain't talkin bout pork
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You Swine, pig, dick
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Listen to the flow of a so-called bizkit
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who didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett
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Dig it 'cause I get wicked
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I get wicked!
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I get wicked!
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I get wicked!
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Bring it on!
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Wicked
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| Limp Bizkit |
