Текст (слова) песни: Esham - The Wicketshit Will Never Die

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6
Here comes the voodoo what`cha gone do when my crew
Back from the dead once more again
Fuckin` up the flow again, fuck it here we go again
Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked shit
Burned down the church comin` through like the exorcist
Next to this, you get put on my shit list
Throw lifers get dissed you can`t fuck with this
Wicked wild, wicked style, I don`t give a fuck I`ll get buck wild
I`m psycho just like Michael
And I might go a little something like this, suicidalist
Dangerous minds bust when I bust
Digging up dust now I must, in God you trust
If I add just then I add just this
No justice, no peace, bloody body police
Belly of da pig got me fiendin` for a cracker
Jack be nimble make your body tremble
Cardiac arrest for the one in the chest
Then I K-I-double L T-H-E-F-E-T-U-S
Yes, I`m down with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest
You try but don`t cry, `cause the wicked shit`ll never die

Once again I ressurected niggaz unexpected
A closed casket when I leaped out and blasted a basket
Case brother of insanity I`m not alone
Havin` fatal thoughts of puttin` a chrome to my dome
Now what kinda wicked shit? This some ol` wicked shit
Not so many niggaz all over devil diggin` shit
Stay up off my dick, my style`s sick, but I`m so sick of this
Helter skelter bite my shit, it`s so ridiculous
I know my shit`s phatter than Luther Vandross
Psychic connection wanna hit me with the holy ghost
Overdose, diagnose, niggaz in a comotose
Once I buck, buck ya, nigga motherfuck ya
Voodoo wicked child born a bastard
Visions of bloody bodies bein` blasted
Thinkin` of excuses, voices in my head mental abuses
Loses my mind, thought the flatline refuses
To answer, you can fess shit as you question
Me and myself verses Smith and Wesson
I`m that nigga with the wicked ass flow
Bitch you better act like you know
`Cause the wicked shit will never die

The wicked shit will never 187
Never go to heaven and fuck that reverend
All day whenever and
Feel like givin` up, mind starts blowin` up
Some old wicked shit, once again I`m throwin` up
A fit, I`m never gonna get into heaven
That`s why I bought me a three 57
Fuck a reverend, and God I can`t trust is true
So when I go to hell, better me and not you
I`ma walk the bloody trail and you can follow if you want
If you truly understand but my man I think you don`t
I`m a suicidal revital, my title`s homicidal
So many niggaz will die when I write my recital
They don`t understand that I gotta plan for the klan
The area nation, white caucasian
I`m sick of all the bullshit I`d rather be dead
But first I better put a bullet in your head instead
They said that everything I said was a lie
But if you go and kill the fetus you cry
But the wicked shit will never die

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Все тексты песен: Esham
» Esham - Symptoms of Insanity
» Esham - U Wanna Know Something
» Esham - Suffer the Consequences
» Esham - True
» Esham - Hellter Skkkelter
» Esham - Closed Casket
» Esham - As I RockNRoll
» Esham - Can`t Take That
» Esham - Rocks Off!
» Esham - Premature Ejaculation
» Esham - Out Ya Mind
» Esham - Pay (featuring Bone Thugs `N` Harmony)
» Esham - Velveeta
» Esham - Homey Don`t Play
» Esham - Red Rum
» Esham - My Mind`s Blowin Up
» Esham - I`m Dead
» Esham - Esham`s Boomin`
» Esham - Mommy
» Esham - Woo Woo Woo


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Esham - The Wicketshit Will Never Die 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6 Here comes the voodoo what`cha gone do when my crew Back from the dead once more again Fuckin` up the flow again, fuck it here we go again Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked shit Burned down the church comin` through like the exorcist Next to this, you get put on my shit list Throw lifers get dissed you can`t fuck with this Wicked wild, wicked style, I don`t give a fuck I`ll get buck wild I`m psycho just like Michael And I might go a little something like this, suicidalist Dangerous minds bust when I bust Digging up dust now I must, in God you trust If I add just then I add just this No justice, no peace, bloody body police Belly of da pig got me fiendin` for a cracker Jack be nimble make your body tremble Cardiac arrest for the one in the chest Then I K-I-double L T-H-E-F-E-T-U-S Yes, I`m down with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest You try but don`t cry, `cause the wicked shit`ll never die Once again I ressurected niggaz unexpected A closed casket when I leaped out and blasted a basket Case brother of insanity I`m not alone Havin` fatal thoughts of puttin` a chrome to my dome Now what kinda wicked shit? This some ol` wicked shit Not so many niggaz all over devil diggin` shit Stay up off my dick, my style`s sick, but I`m so sick of this Helter skelter bite my shit, it`s so ridiculous I know my shit`s phatter than Luther Vandross Psychic connection wanna hit me with the holy ghost Overdose, diagnose, niggaz in a comotose Once I buck, buck ya, nigga motherfuck ya Voodoo wicked child born a bastard Visions of bloody bodies bein` blasted Thinkin` of excuses, voices in my head mental abuses Loses my mind, thought the flatline refuses To answer, you can fess shit as you question Me and myself verses Smith and Wesson I`m that nigga with the wicked ass flow Bitch you better act like you know `Cause the wicked shit will never die The wicked shit will never 187 Never go to heaven and fuck that reverend All day whenever and Feel like givin` up, mind starts blowin` up Some old wicked shit, once again I`m throwin` up A fit, I`m never gonna get into heaven That`s why I bought me a three 57 Fuck a reverend, and God I can`t trust is true So when I go to hell, better me and not you I`ma walk the bloody trail and you can follow if you want If you truly understand but my man I think you don`t I`m a suicidal revital, my title`s homicidal So many niggaz will die when I write my recital They don`t understand that I gotta plan for the klan The area nation, white caucasian I`m sick of all the bullshit I`d rather be dead But first I better put a bullet in your head instead They said that everything I said was a lie But if you go and kill the fetus you cry But the wicked shit will never die Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Wicketshit Will Never Die: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/11348.html Все тексты песен: Esham » Esham - Symptoms of Insanity » Esham - U Wanna Know Something » Esham - Suffer the Consequences » Esham - True » Esham - Hellter Skkkelter » Esham - Closed Casket » Esham - As I RockNRoll » Esham - Can`t Take That » Esham - Rocks Off! » Esham - Premature Ejaculation » Esham - Out Ya Mind » Esham - Pay (featuring Bone Thugs `N` Harmony) » Esham - Velveeta » Esham - Homey Don`t Play » Esham - Red Rum » Esham - My Mind`s Blowin Up » Esham - I`m Dead » Esham - Esham`s Boomin` » Esham - Mommy » Esham - Woo Woo Woo Рекомендуем скачать: » Булат Окуджава - Времена » Братья Грим - Раненое сердце » Борис Браславский - Обрастаю стихами я... » Булат Окуджава - Дом на Мойке » Блестящие - Туман » Борис Бурда - Ария Маклорена о ряде Тейлора с остаточным членом в форме Лагранжа » Булат Окуджава, Виталий Гевиксман - Старый причал » Би-2 - Нужда любви » Борис Вахнюк - О, пестрые краски перрона!.. » Борис Моисеев - Астры » Борис Вайханский - Юлькин сон » Борис Вахнюк - Песенному фестивалю памяти Валерия Грушина » Би-2 - И корабль плывет » Борис Вахнюк - Глаза » Би-2 - К оружию » Блестящие - Там, за облаками » Бажиновский Владимир - Ночь » Борис Вайханский - Романс Артемия Филипповича Земляники (к спектаклю Ревизор по Н.В. Гоголю) » Борис Есипов - Баллада о дне и ночи » Борис Бурда - Монолог мальчика из провинции
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