Wicked Rappers Delight

ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015
 Feins of the wicked shit its time to get hot
 Bump your fucking shit up for something wicked shit right
 Detroit legendary demon lopatara
 Staring you right back through your eyes in the mirror
 Blowing out your brains spontaneous combustion
 Lyrics like a barrel and cheering out busting
 Fire breathing wicked shit melting microphones
 Blowing speakers into flames setting fires to your home
 How many times you gonna say I need help
 Who gives a fuck if I murder myself
 I'm thinking suicidal thoughts I shot a gay preacher
 I didn't do my homework so I shot my teacher
 I dropped out the next day fuck a g.e.d
 Then I went and clowned the industry with ICP
 Through up the 313 to let them know it was me
 Esham is dope ho I'm the king of the D
 I stole a fucking firetruck and drove through a Wendy's
 All that happen to me was a bullet in the kidneys
 I almost died then but look at me I ride again
 Whats really happening reality is pretend
 You can blow my fucking head off ill just grow another
 My brain and my self we don't even know each other
 Someone's in the darkness crawling out of my closet door
 That's what the nines in the mattress for
 Warlocks and witches come and learn from the master
 The walls of my home feature body's in the plaster
 The dead but sticking out like hon solo when he flows
 With my favorite weapons hanging off there fingers and toes
 Wicked pimping scary bitches living or dead
 All with vampire fangs and they giving me head
 Like cemetery girls back dance boogie woogie betty
 Her nedens big and blew out like a plate of spaghetti
 I'm out cold all my teeth gold
 Plus I don't brush them
 Quarterback sneaking plus if you rush 'em
 Bust em down bust em up steady fucking 'em up
 But wait why do I have all this blood on my hands
 Blood on my clothes blood on my shoes
 I'm on the 10 o clock news for steady
 Murdering crews and there point of views
 I'm like purple chronic mixed with ass and demonic
 In her stomach full of jagermeister ready to vomit
 Mirror mirror on the wall tell us who the wicked are
 Shaggy E and Jay we in the game and getting ours
 Hitting stars in there mouth and bumping off with red necklaces
 Wicked reckless nobody expected
 Bumping this wicked shit or are you brain dead
 I can fly a mutha fucking egg on your head
 Break in and tie your fucking feet up to your neck
 Shoot you in the back once and kick you down the steps
 I blow a crauder in the side of your head
 Do the same to your missis while you sleeping in bed
 Double murder robbery just another job to me
 Rollin in a stolen Buick hookers slobbing me
 Known though the farms lands as a duke of the wicked
 Always shooting the bigots and booting the chickens
 Asking me the wrong question also triggers my disease
 They will find your body in Compton in and your head in Hallows, Queens.
 The phone rong and on the other end it was the president
 I cant talk right now I'm on the toilet taking a shit
 I groped the phone I think my cover is blown I'm deep cover
 Your wife ordered a pizza from me she got the meat lovers
 I'm Johnny bravo the other black get at me ho
 I make these hos happy tho 'cause I'm there pappy oh
 Its to soon for you to be on my team
 But give R Kelly a call I think like 'em 13
 I once met a hooker and she did it for free
 On the west first bus number 73
 All the way in the back she was humping on me
 Until I strangled the bitch and stuffed her under my seat
 I got off on my stop without as much as a drop of blood
 But then I remember I forgot to wear gloves
 Now I'm chasing the bus my finger prints are on her neck
 STOP! AND GIMME MY DEAD BITCH BACK!
 Fucking dead bitches on a wegie board all night
 Busting off shots in the club we all fight
 Hanging muther fuckers my there neck off of street lites
 With there legs cut off trying to read me rights
 I wear my CD I'll stick it in your face
 Half way sticken out but look it still plays
 I stomp when I rap and I shake the whole block
 Stick my dick in your ear so you can hear what I got
 I was one of those monsters in the video thriller
 Known to the world as the pop star killer
 And on another part from the part I arose
 I'm the crusty ass booger hanging out of your nose
 I'm the stink on your toes I'm the weed to your rose
 Not one of your friends but one of your foes
 And spitting the wicked shit is the life I chose
 Do a spin grab my nuts then b boy pose
 Chain you up for some tic tacs bloody mess
 We the board on your chest and take turns shooting the rest
 I win everytime the beat is good with every rhyme
 And off with your head if your getting mine
 This is esham and the wicked clowns for the vote
 We come flying out the dark with a triple moonsault
 I through a snowball so hard it replaced your eye
 It melted and left a fucking hole and it was dry