wicked
You should be careful who you hang with, who your friends are
You get in trouble fuck with rock-stars and gangsters
Wicked
Bitch I am not your fucking friend
Wicked
Bitch I am not your fucking friend
You know where I'm from, coming from where I'm from
Suck a thumb, or get your hi-hat built by Toms Drum
You know God I'll introduce you to his Godson
Fairly odd son bang your head and let it throb some
It's that rock shit, fuck a cop pork chop shit
Squeeze your fucking Glock and spit flames in the drought bitch
You're not a kin to me, my fires never friendly
Adrenaline got me trembling, thirsty to kill an enemy
Grab this tulip, strangle you till you die
Truth in my heart, lust than hate in my mind
Multiply emotions soon will divide
Yourself from the crash reality will collide
My friends and my imaginary adversary, actually
Mind blows like fragmentaries manditarily
Don’t cross the roof with sand altin fluids
Lucid enough to see through it
Trespassin feet, tuli’s a suit, fit a new flesh
Call it trash mob, bring mafia rep that you set
Burst you like the Klu Klux crosses, the grandmas do vet
You were never kin to me, fuck you and your resource
The fuck you bunch, we kill 'em all
Feel no remorse