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Текст (слова) песни: Esham - The Wicketshit Will Never Die

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6
Here comes the voodoo what`cha gone do when my crew
Back from the dead once more again
Fuckin` up the flow again, fuck it here we go again
Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked shit
Burned down the church comin` through like the exorcist
Next to this, you get put on my shit list
Throw lifers get dissed you can`t fuck with this
Wicked wild, wicked style, I don`t give a fuck I`ll get buck wild
I`m psycho just like Michael
And I might go a little something like this, suicidalist
Dangerous minds bust when I bust
Digging up dust now I must, in God you trust
If I add just then I add just this
No justice, no peace, bloody body police
Belly of da pig got me fiendin` for a cracker
Jack be nimble make your body tremble
Cardiac arrest for the one in the chest
Then I K-I-double L T-H-E-F-E-T-U-S
Yes, I`m down with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest
You try but don`t cry, `cause the wicked shit`ll never die

Once again I ressurected niggaz unexpected
A closed casket when I leaped out and blasted a basket
Case brother of insanity I`m not alone
Havin` fatal thoughts of puttin` a chrome to my dome
Now what kinda wicked shit? This some ol` wicked shit
Not so many niggaz all over devil diggin` shit
Stay up off my dick, my style`s sick, but I`m so sick of this
Helter skelter bite my shit, it`s so ridiculous
I know my shit`s phatter than Luther Vandross
Psychic connection wanna hit me with the holy ghost
Overdose, diagnose, niggaz in a comotose
Once I buck, buck ya, nigga motherfuck ya
Voodoo wicked child born a bastard
Visions of bloody bodies bein` blasted
Thinkin` of excuses, voices in my head mental abuses
Loses my mind, thought the flatline refuses
To answer, you can fess shit as you question
Me and myself verses Smith and Wesson
I`m that nigga with the wicked ass flow
Bitch you better act like you know
`Cause the wicked shit will never die

The wicked shit will never 187
Never go to heaven and fuck that reverend
All day whenever and
Feel like givin` up, mind starts blowin` up
Some old wicked shit, once again I`m throwin` up
A fit, I`m never gonna get into heaven
That`s why I bought me a three 57
Fuck a reverend, and God I can`t trust is true
So when I go to hell, better me and not you
I`ma walk the bloody trail and you can follow if you want
If you truly understand but my man I think you don`t
I`m a suicidal revital, my title`s homicidal
So many niggaz will die when I write my recital
They don`t understand that I gotta plan for the klan
The area nation, white caucasian
I`m sick of all the bullshit I`d rather be dead
But first I better put a bullet in your head instead
They said that everything I said was a lie
But if you go and kill the fetus you cry
But the wicked shit will never die

 

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