1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6
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Here comes the voodoo what'cha gone do when my crew
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Back from the dead once more again
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Fuckin' up the flow again, fuck it here we go again
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Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked shit
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Burned down the church comin' through like the exorcist
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Next to this, you get put on my shit list
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Throw lifers get dissed you can't fuck with this
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Wicked wild, wicked style, I don't give a fuck I'll get buck wild
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I'm psycho just like Michael
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And I might go a little something like this, suicidalist
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Dangerous minds bust when I bust
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Digging up dust now I must, in God you trust
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If I add just then I add just this
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No justice, no peace, bloody body police
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Belly of da pig got me fiendin' for a cracker
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Jack be nimble make your body tremble
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Cardiac arrest for the one in the chest
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Then I K-I-double L T-H-E-F-E-T-U-S
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Yes, I'm down with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest
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You try but don't cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll never die
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Once again I ressurected niggaz unexpected
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A closed casket when I leaped out and blasted a basket
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Case brother of insanity I'm not alone
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Havin' fatal thoughts of puttin' a chrome to my dome
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Now what kinda wicked shit? This some ol' wicked shit
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Not so many niggaz all over devil diggin' shit
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Stay up off my dick, my style's sick, but I'm so sick of this
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Helter skelter bite my shit, it's so ridiculous
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I know my shit's phatter than Luther Vandross
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Psychic connection wanna hit me with the holy ghost
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Overdose, diagnose, niggaz in a comotose
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Once I buck, buck ya, nigga motherfuck ya
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Voodoo wicked child born a bastard
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Visions of bloody bodies bein' blasted
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Thinkin' of excuses, voices in my head mental abuses
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Loses my mind, thought the flatline refuses
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To answer, you can fess shit as you question
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Me and myself verses Smith and Wesson
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I'm that nigga with the wicked ass flow
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Bitch you better act like you know
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'Cause the wicked shit will never die
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The wicked shit will never 187
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Never go to heaven and fuck that reverend
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All day whenever and
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Feel like givin' up, mind starts blowin' up
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Some old wicked shit, once again I'm throwin' up
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A fit, I'm never gonna get into heaven
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That's why I bought me a three 57
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Fuck a reverend, and God I can't trust is true
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So when I go to hell, better me and not you
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I'ma walk the bloody trail and you can follow if you want
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If you truly understand but my man I think you don't
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I'm a suicidal revital, my title's homicidal
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So many niggaz will die when I write my recital
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They don't understand that I gotta plan for the klan
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The area nation, white caucasian
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I'm sick of all the bullshit I'd rather be dead
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But first I better put a bullet in your head instead
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They said that everything I said was a lie
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But if you go and kill the fetus you cry
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But the wicked shit will never die
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The Wicketshit Will Never Die
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Esham |