Wicked

Yeah, Yeah I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck Back in it, I don't give a fuck [Verse 1: Nyck Caution] Check! Why you actin' up? I throw you in the acura & Tell the cops that you were just a passenger Gas mask thrown over your head The fumes leave you covered up In 47 swaastikas or swastikas, I'm popular Time to get my profit up, Open up these chakras Rockin' out in Arkansaw, Tall down in Florida So if you take my capitol, I'm cappin' you An axe'll do me well, put a slash in you I got that backwards cat, caskets For you asses, and put acid on your flacid tracks You not in Kansas anymore & my stance is metaphors I be rippin' through the can Land you on the floor Take that cancer through your pores Then inhale it cause I'm ill Dangerous, enflamin' shit An artist who's an arsonist Restrainin' him is prolly gonna be... Somethin' that you want, bow and arrow flow like im katniss Madlib, my tracklist I swear to gotti, feels like I got it Mills half off, come & chill on this island Alright, you fronters lacerated All my people tax evadin' So they make invalid statements Balances decapitated Im goin' in It's apparent, I'm a parent Cause I'm Daddy to you ferrets While you battlein and swearin' & I'll casually inherit, these casualties that I'm sparin' We must be at the top, cause clarity dissappearin' ah! (Nah!) This is practice, I'm wicked at this This is practice, I'm wicked at this This is practice, I'm wicked at this I survive with my tactics, the fact is This is practice, I'm wicked at this This is practice, I'm wicked at this This is practice, I'm wicked at this We pick the atlas up & kill the bastards I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck Back in it, I don't give a fuck