"ONLY WICKED SHIT" lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, 665!
What the wicked clowns spit? Only wicked shit
Only wicked shit!
I get dirty like a stank ho, skimming on your bank roll
Later I can't stay to bounce around like I'm Plinko
Cuttin' yay up on my table, known for bitches in my stable
Gettin' money like I say so, stack it up like some Legos
People tell me I'm unstable, tell them lame-o's I don't play though
Psychopathic is the label, hatchet swings, and it's fatal
My foot up in your a-hole, fuck around and get a halo
Spray police with Faygo, start shit up like jumper cables
Your casket's lowering, you can hear the angels sing
Praying afterlife's a thing, come back I'll murder you again
Like a snake I'm coiling, I see your face, and I will sting
Your funeral I will bring, and for your mouth my ding-a-ling
My nuts known to hang low like a can of stretched-out Play-Doh
Females need to lay low, scoop 'em up like a ladle (Bloop)
I leave 'em with a facial, booty swollen like a bagel
Work that ass like a slave, yo, where the fuck the day go?
We bring the wicked (Yup!)
Only wicked shit spit, that there is our business
We bring the wicked (Yeah!)
All that other lame shit, we just simply forget
We bring the wicked (Yup!)
Only wicked shit spit, nothing else our business
We bring the wicked (Ho!)
All that other lame shit need to give a forfeit
No more jocking Kay Hanley and her rotten cotton candy
Fuckin' fans are for boy bands, we only rockin' family
Me and Shaggy Shaggs are killin' it, even your mama feelin' it
ICP is always free 'cause everybody stealin' it
Duke of the Wicked, baby, no never been in the Navy
But I sail the seven seas surfin' on that purple gravy
This shit's only for the wicked, ice pick I poke and stick it
Leave it hangin' out your neck, then I pull it out and lick it
Our shit is family-friendly fun, if your family killers
Five Juggalos versus twenty-five live gorillas
And you gonna have twenty-five dead gorillas soon
I love gorillas, but we had to seal they furry doom
Fuckin' Violent J the tunnel runner, underneath the city
Know we very scary throwin' freak-offs in the cemetery
Wicked clown waka flocka wicked boogie woogie wu
I'll grow my dreadlocks back and drop "Fuck the World 2"
We bring the wicked (Yup!)
Only wicked shit spit, that there is our business
We bring the wicked (Yeah!)
All that other lame shit, we just simply forget
We bring the wicked (Yup!)
Only wicked shit spit, nothing else our business
We bring the wicked (Ho!)
All that other lame shit need to give a forfeit
Yup! Only wicked shit spit, that there is our business
Yeah! All that other lame shit, we just simply forget
Yup! Only wicked shit spit, nothing else our business
Ho! All that other lame shit need to give a forfeit
What the wicked clowns spit? Only wicked shit
Only wicked shit!
I get dirty like a stank ho, skimming on your bank roll
Later I can't stay to bounce around like I'm Plinko
Cuttin' yay up on my table, known for bitches in my stable
Gettin' money like I say so, stack it up like some Legos
People tell me I'm unstable, tell them lame-o's I don't play though
Psychopathic is the label, hatchet swings, and it's fatal
My foot up in your a-hole, fuck around and get a halo
Spray police with Faygo, start shit up like jumper cables
Your casket's lowering, you can hear the angels sing
Praying afterlife's a thing, come back I'll murder you again
Like a snake I'm coiling, I see your face, and I will sting
Your funeral I will bring, and for your mouth my ding-a-ling
My nuts known to hang low like a can of stretched-out Play-Doh
Females need to lay low, scoop 'em up like a ladle (Bloop)
I leave 'em with a facial, booty swollen like a bagel
Work that ass like a slave, yo, where the fuck the day go?
We bring the wicked (Yup!)
Only wicked shit spit, that there is our business
We bring the wicked (Yeah!)
All that other lame shit, we just simply forget
We bring the wicked (Yup!)
Only wicked shit spit, nothing else our business
We bring the wicked (Ho!)
All that other lame shit need to give a forfeit
No more jocking Kay Hanley and her rotten cotton candy
Fuckin' fans are for boy bands, we only rockin' family
Me and Shaggy Shaggs are killin' it, even your mama feelin' it
ICP is always free 'cause everybody stealin' it
Duke of the Wicked, baby, no never been in the Navy
But I sail the seven seas surfin' on that purple gravy
This shit's only for the wicked, ice pick I poke and stick it
Leave it hangin' out your neck, then I pull it out and lick it
Our shit is family-friendly fun, if your family killers
Five Juggalos versus twenty-five live gorillas
And you gonna have twenty-five dead gorillas soon
I love gorillas, but we had to seal they furry doom
Fuckin' Violent J the tunnel runner, underneath the city
Know we very scary throwin' freak-offs in the cemetery
Wicked clown waka flocka wicked boogie woogie wu
I'll grow my dreadlocks back and drop "Fuck the World 2"
We bring the wicked (Yup!)
Only wicked shit spit, that there is our business
We bring the wicked (Yeah!)
All that other lame shit, we just simply forget
We bring the wicked (Yup!)
Only wicked shit spit, nothing else our business
We bring the wicked (Ho!)
All that other lame shit need to give a forfeit
Yup! Only wicked shit spit, that there is our business
Yeah! All that other lame shit, we just simply forget
Yup! Only wicked shit spit, nothing else our business
Ho! All that other lame shit need to give a forfeit
