Wicked Rappers Delight Lyrics

Wicked Rappers Delight lyrics

ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015



Feinds of the wicked shit
its time to get high

Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit
by

Detroits legendary demon lopatara

Staring you right back through
your eyes in the mirror

Blowing out your brains spontaneous combustion

Lyrics like a barrel in each ear and im bustin

Fire breathin wicked shit
meltin microphones

Blowing speakers into flames, settin fires to your
home



How many times you gonna say i need help

Who gives a
fuck if i murder myself

Im thinkin suicidal thoughts i shot a gay
preacher

I didnt 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
im the king of the D



I stole a fuckin firetruck and drove through a
wendys

All that happen to me was a bullet in the kidneys

I almost
died then but look at me i ride again

Whats really happenin, reality is
pretend

You can blow my fuckin head off ill just grow another

My
brain and my self, we dont even know each other

Somones in the darkness
crawling out of my closet door

Thats what the nines in the mattress
for



Warlocks and witches come and learn from the master

The
walls of my home feature bodys in the plaster

The dead but sticking out
like hon solo when he froze

With my favorite weapons hanging off there
fingers and toes

Wicked pimpin, scary bitches, livin or dead

or
with vampire fangs and they givin me head

Like cemetery girls back dance
boogie woogie baddy

Her nedens big and blew out like a plate of
spaghetti



Im out cold all my teeth gold

Plus i dont brush
them 

Quarterback sneakin plus dont care(?) 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

Im on the 10 o
clock news for steady

Murdering crews and there point of views

Im
like purple chronic mixed with acid, demonic

In a 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 gettin ours

Hittin stars in there mouth and bumpin off with rented necklaces 

Wicked reckless nobody expected

Bumpin this wicked shit'll boil your
brain dead

I can fry a mutha fuckin egg on your head

Break in and
tie your fuckin feet up to your neck

Shoot you in the back once and kick
you down the steps



I blow a crater in the side of your head

Do the same to your misses while yall sleepin in bed

Double murder
robbery just another job to me

Rollin in a stolen buick hookers slobbin
me

Known though the farms lands as a duke of the wicked

Always
shootin the biggots and bootin the chickens

Askin me the wrong question
also triggers my disease

They will find your body in compton in hallis(?)
queens



The phone rung and on the other end it was the president

I cant talk right now im on the toilet takin a shit

hung up the phone i
think my cover is blown im deep cover

Your wife ordered a pizza from me
she got the meat lovers

Im johnny bravo the other black reo(?) get at me
ho

I make these hos happy tho cause im 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 verner
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 realized i forgot to wear
gloves

Now im chasing the bus my finger prints are on her neck

STOP! AND GIMME MY DEAD BITCH BACK!



Fuckin dead bitches on a
Ouija board all night

Bustin off shots in the club we all fight

Hanging muther fuckers my there neck off of street lights

With there
legs cut off tryin to read me rights (shiiit)

I whip my cd at you, stick
it in yo face

Half way stickin 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 ground i arose

Im the crusty ass booger hanging out of your
nose

Im the stink on your toes im the weed to your rose

Not one of
your friends but one of your foes

And spittin 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 draw the board on your chest and take
turns shootin the rest

I win everytime, beep the beat is good with every
rhyme

And off with your head if in the way(?) your gettin 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 fuckin hole and it was dry