Текст песни Korn - Wicked
Korn - Wicked слова песни
Yo Chuck, we got runnin mixes in da headphones...Ahh. . . . ah ha ha ha HA. . . . WICKED!!!!Ha Ha 1..2..3 and I come with the wicked styleyou know that I`m from the wicked crew, you act like you knewBut I got everybody jumping to the voodoo You kickin wicked rhymes, picket signs, while me and my mob got a trunk full of 9`sDrop then I`ll slay ya, bing, bang, birthday for the A-holeReady to Buck! Buck! Buck! but it`s a must to Duck! Duck! Duck!Before I bust ya!Looking for the one that did itYou want my vote, no know you never gonna get itCause I`m the one with the phat mad skillsAnd I won`t choke like the Buffalo Bills, Sittin at the pad just chillenLarry Parker just got 2 million, Oh what a fucking feelingThat nigger girl past me the feel, and I`m slam dunk`en like Shaquille O`nealWicked, Wreckin Baby, I`ll rock that test tube baby, kick it...`Cause I get Wicked! I sikemonmeh keep on their fireYes I Wicked! I told em ekeh eimnon their fireYes I Wicked! I tech emon they kimnon their fireBut necko seemo wase, so I keemnon your fireDon`t say nothing just listen Got me a plan to break Tyson out of prisonYou going my way you get servedStill got a deuce then I bunny hop the curbNappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with a happy grinGotta fat frown, kick `em down, so take a look aroundAll you see is big black boots, stepin, use my steel toe as a weaponAnd it`s awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigger, to with the stickAh, but that`s nasty, cause I got a Body Count like Ice-TI live in New York, I get them skins, and I ain`t talking about porkYour sly, you pig, digListen from the flow from a soul fro`ed caucasionAh, who didn`t know I was as funky as Wilson Picketbut ya talkin...chorusIf ya wanna know how come I get a gat and I`m sitting at the window like MalcolmReady to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like the Ghetto BoyzDecember 29th was power to the people, y`all might just see a sequel`Cause police got equal, hey, A horse is a pig that don`t fly straightI`m down with Daryl Gates but it`s Willie Willams. . . I`m down with the pilgrimsI`m threw with your big ass side dig, this jog is dead, get out cause. . ..chorus