I Get’s Wicked - Intellectual

[Intro: JP Tha Hustler]

Wicked-wi-wicked-wi-wicked

[Verse 1: Zodeak]

Anton LaVey of rap, you can call me Zodeak

I don't need a gun just to send you where the Devil at

Roll my eyes back, speaking in tongues

Then you die in a car crash, you and your son

This a no-fly zone kid, your wings will melt like Icarus

What you spit’s ridiculous, I'll snatch you from delivеrance

God hates it when you stеal the sheep from his flock

But I'm the wolf who grabs ’em by his teeth and tears 'em apart (Yeah)

I only drink the blood of the lamb son

My whole fanbase full of Sycho Sid's

I'm hearing voices like Randy Orton saying that you're not important

Fucking with this demon, you can get your life shortened

Turn your chest into a knife holder, your life's over

Get excited at the slight odor of fear

Your order is here, my hellfire will solder and sear

All of you sreknaw what you saying now? Fuck out of here (Fuck out of here)

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler & Ferny Fern]

I get's wicked, yeah, yes I do

I get's wicked, yeah, how about you?

I get’s wicked, yeah, me and my crew

I get’s wicked, 'bout to murder all of you

I get’s wicked, yeah, yes I do

I get's wicked, yeah, how about you?

I get's wicked, yeah, me and my crew

I get's wicked, ’bout to murder all of you

[Verse 2: Ferny Fern]

Walk up in your house with a pocket full of bullets

You sleeping on the couch, this pistol, I pull it

I aim it, I squeeze it, I'm leaving you dead

I'll make me a sandwich then sleep in your bed

I'm a sick one, spit one out for the fun

I love me some blood, I can't wait to cum

On the body, a hottie, a naughty spectacle

If you wanna find the darkness then let us go

Let's go down the rabbit hole and find us some drugs

Yeah, anything can happen in a world so fucked

So fucked like I'm living in a looney bin

I should strangle myself just to let them in

All the voices they say "Run"

I don't even really listen to them

I don't even really listen to myself

All I know is that I'm wicked and need help

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler & FernyFerny]

I get's wicked, yeah, yes I do

I get's wicked, yeah, how about you?

I get's wicked, yeah, me and my crew

I get's wicked, 'bout to murder all of you

I get's wicked, yeah, yes I do

I get's wicked, yeah, how about you?

I get's wicked, yeah, me and my crew

I get's wicked, 'bout to murder all of you

[Verse 3: Suspicion & Roach SPLF]

Breaking down walls, various bones in your face

Choking on your teeth, tell me how your blood tests

Double cross DNC, GRE, you insane (Uh uh)

We as wicked like some weights around your ankles in a lake like

Wear your swim attire, you as wicked as I

They try to throw us down to Hell but only give us one supply

Yeah, let me get at 'em, let me get at 'em real quick

Roach SPLF bitch, rah, rah, rah, rah

Midwest stoner set, chronic licking Beastmode Warriors merking shit we'll destroy you

I adjust these syllables till they hitting critical mass

Killing you brats, I'm a villain in fact

Packing a diligent gat

I'm a million brilliant degenerate diligent lads

Ah, who the fuck am I fooling? I'm just a hooligan drowning in booze again

Drowning in booze again, working on music and

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler & FernyFerny]

I get's wicked, yeah, yes I do

I get's wicked, yeah, how about you?

I get's wicked, yeah, me and my crew

I get's wicked, 'bout to murder all of you

I get's wicked, yeah, yes I do

I get's wicked, yeah, how about you?

I get's wicked, yeah, me and my crew

I get's wicked, 'bout to murder all of you

[Verse 4: Mista Doesha]

Mental issues got me thinking I'm supposed to light a match

Put it in a bag of TNT and watch the body splat

Took a boat across the water, twenty people was aboard

Cut the power, start a fire, lit 'em up cause I was bored

Mista Doesha also known as Mister-Put-Em-On-A-Grill

Take a little piggy, roast 'em till that little piggy squeal

Put a joker in a smoker till he's coughing up a lung

Feed his pieces to his mother, baby mama and his son

Blame ‘em, blame 'em, who can blame 'em? It's so beautiful to go

Cut the skin up off a lumberjack and wear it when it's cold

You can say I'm fucking crazy, just a little, no, a lot

Stole a firetruck and burn it up in a parking lot

Murder, murder, like to burn 'em, other killers use a gun

Put a pole right through the body, keep on turning till it's done

See the smoke for many miles, all the bodies bring the flies

Petting on a timber wolf, only feed him human eyes