Wicked Rappers Delight

ICP and Esham......Wicked Rappers Delight.....2015 [Violent J] Fiends of the wicked shit it's time to get high Bump your fucking shit up put some wicked shit by Detroit legendary demon loop of terror Staring at you right back with your eyes in the mirror Blowin' out your brain spontaneous combustion Lyrics like a mural in each ear and I'm bustin' Fire breathing wicked shit and meltin' microphones Blowin' speakers into flames setting fire to your home [Esham] How many times you gonna say I need help Who gives a fuck if I murder myself I'm thinkin' 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 GED Then I went and clowned the industry with ICP Threw up the 313, to let you know it's me Esham's dope ho, I'm the king of the D [Shaggy 2 Dope] I stole a fuckin' firetruck and drove it through a Wendy's All that happened to me was a bullet in the kidneys I almost died death will look at me I'm right again What's really happening reality is pretend You can blow my fuckin' head off I'll just grow another My brain and myself, 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 [Violent J] Warlocks and witches come and learn from the master The walls in my home feature bodies in the plaster They're dead but stickin out like Han Solo when he froze With my favourite weapons hangin off they fingers and toes Wicked pimpin' scary bitches living or dead All with vampire fangs and they givin' me head Like cemetery girls bat dance boogie woogie betty Her neden's big and blew out like a plate of spaghetti [Esham] I'm out cold all my teeth gold plus I don't brush em Quarter back sneakin' plus mo key if you rush em Bust 'em down, bust 'em up steady fuckin' '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 ten o'clock news For steady, murderin' crews and they point of views Like, purple chronic mixed with acid demonics And a stomach full of Jagermeister ready to vomit [Shaggy 2 Dope] Mirror mirror on the wall tell us who the wicked are Shaggy, E and J we in the game and gettin' ours Hittin' stars in they mouth and boltin' off wicked ready With necklaces wicked reckless, nobody expects this Bumpin' this wicked shit homeboy you're braindead I can fly a motherfuckin neg on your head, breakin' And tie your fuckin' feet up to your neck And shoot you in the back watch and kick you down the steps [Violent J] I blow a crator in the side of your head Do the same to your missus while y'all sleeping in bed Double murder robbery, just another job to me Rollin' in a stolen Buick hookers slobbin' me Known through the farmlands as a do gooder wicked Always shootin the biggots, and kicking the chickens Askin' me the wrong question also triggers my disease They'll find your body in Compton and head in Hollis Queens [Esham] The phone broke and on the other side was the president I can't talk right now I'm on the toilet taking a shit Hung up the phone I think my cover's blown I'm deep cover Your wife ordered a pizza from me she got the meatlovers I'm Johnny Bravo the other black rio get at me ho I make these ho's happy tho, cause I'm they pappy oh It's too soon for you to be on my team But give R. Kelly a call, I think he like 'em thirteen [Shaggy 2 Dope] I once met a hooker and she did it for free On the west verner bus number seventy three 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 at my stop without so much as a drop of blood But then I realized I forgot to wear gloves Now I'm chasing the bus my fingerprints are on her neck STOP! AND GIVE ME MY DEAD BITCH BACK [Violent J] Fucking dead bitches on a ouiji board all night Busting off shots in the club we all fight Hanging motherfuckers by they neck off of streetlights With they legs cut off trying to read me rights, shiit I'll whip my cd at you stick it in your face Halfway sticking 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 see what I got [Esham] I was one of those monsters from the video "Thriller" Known to the world as the pop star killer And from another park from the ground 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 I'm one of your foes And spitting the wicked shit is the life I chose Do a spin grab my nuts and then b-boy pose [Shaggy 2 Dope] Can you walk for some tic tac bloody message on the board On your chest and take turns shootin the rest I win everytime need to be like good with every bomb And off with your head if you're in the way of getting mine This is Esham and the wicked clowns from the vault We come flying out the dark with the triple gold salt I threw a snowball so hard it replaced your eye It melted and left a fucking hole when it dried Wicked Rappers Delight Esham & ICP we wicked rappers delight