Wicked Ways

歌詞

I'm getting by with my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm taking names I wanna (dig my way to hell) I wanna (dig my way to hell) (Repeat) Guess I got a way with words I could get away with murder Ever heard of Aspergers It's a rare condition It's what you're sufferin' from when you simply don't care if it's an Eighty degree day and there's no frickin' air conditionin' And you can't see the bitch's hair is frizzin' 'Cause you got the windows up Blarin' the system in your Chevrolet Prism The devil ain't on the level same As a bitch of someone who revel in straight masochism Imagine them givin' an adjective And ass whoopin' so bad they should put his ass in prison A word bully I verbally abuse verb like he did something to me personally I used to get bullied so I cut class and ditched it Now I bully rap I am the shit package Cadillac from a K-car My ass from a hole in the ground you don't your ass from a hole in the ground So dance in the may park Came straight out the trailer park Screamin' I'm proud to shop at K-mart And it became art And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as they are 'Cause today I still get in the same fights with the same broad At the same Walmart arguing over the same cart in the middle of the isle Wow, and I don't give a fuck I don't play Bitch you think you saw this basket first You're ass backwards like mother fucking Bob and Silent Jay Illest shit you think I would say Mines like a pile of clay When's the last time you just saw a villain with a cape with a gappin' hole in it Flipped out Ripped down the drapes Tied them around my neck Look down the fire escape of the Empire State Slipped, fell straight down to the ground Splattered all over the entire state and straight to hell Got impaled by the gates so Satan stuck his face in an ashtray While I sashayed around flames lit a match and I gave him a cat's face And this ain't got nothin' to do with us scale being gay little faggot But by the way Thoughts are gettin' darker by the day I'm a combination Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent J It's a fucking miracle to be this lyrical Paint my face with clown makeup and a smiley face and I recite Every rhyme I say sounds to you like an ultraviolet ray And serving hatred buffet style all the shit you can eat $11.99 so come on and pile a plate I'm throwing down the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise With the rhythm I'm spittin' while I'm shittin' on competition In the meantime it is always mean time I'm getting by with my wicked ways I'm loading up and I'm taking names I wanna (dig my way to hell) I wanna (dig my way to hell)) (Repeat) I bet I could be a real asshole I don't see why all these people always got my back I done said so much fucked up shit I was born a mistake But I was put here not by accident I had a purpose And that purpose was to be the beat a beat perfect Slaughter tracks and put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit I'm comin' to get that quarterback Lookin' don-i-con The drama can build, bill your momma can ask me for my autograph 'Cause that cougar is a MILF She's the oldest trick in the book But I sure would fall for that uni-broad A bat to a rocket launcher fight When I get on the mic I'm gonna snap Maybe it was the ambulance that took me to the hospital When I overdosed with a quart of plat If it makes it sick to your stomach Pass it Indigestion? My suggestions Kaopectate If it feels like I am runnin' away with the game It's cause I am Don't speculate spectate don't think watch All I got is dick for days And insults for decades But I get away with my wicked ways Lady you could suck a dick until your neck aches Cry till you get puffy eyes red face But I'm leavin' on this jet plane You ain't fly you're an air head And I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole Showing of the catch phrase But your baggage ain't going to fit in my storage overhead space 'Cause it just ain't big enough to fit your damaged goods In other words Don't try to put your heart in a head case 'Cause baby stable Mentally I ain't I need my meds I peed my bed I'm goin' blind I don't see my legs I keep on fallin' down No wonder you can't stand me I need my cane Someone help me I think my face is melting If you felt these migraines See these maggots eat my brain This G-I-A Empty hole in my empty head If you read my mind you could see my pain And you see why I be this way Ever since I was knee high Playin' with GI Joes Told these hoes shut their P-I-E holes Now pee my game 'Cause I'm about it Like that A fuckin' echo Like psycho On a cycle If you hear eyecho I'm out of control like no other mic ho Stab you to the neck-oh I'm nothin' but a hole inside your skull where your eye goes 'Cause I'm going to sock it to you mic ho You don't like it Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycle and ride it like a motor bike I'm gonna blow the mic the whole night So strike up the fuckin' maestro I'm nitro And Hihoo Hand me my shovel and lie Dig my hole deeper And it's off to H-E double hockey sticks it's off I go I'm getting by with my wicked ways I'm doin' love and I'm taking names I wanna (dig my way to hell) I wanna (dig my way to hell)) (repeat x1) Oh, please be empty. Please be empty. Please be empty. Oh, thank you God. Shit. What the fuck? What the fuck? Is that a girl? Oh... I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a cock in mouth and get my balls wow in gayin' to the ayeen. And lay with eighteen guys naked and let myself show. Let myself show. Let myself show. I wonder who that voice is. But fuck it. Suck it. Pull it. Tuck it. Life's to short to not stroke your bow. Are you fucking serious? So everybody, everybody, circle jerk. Touch my body. Who is that? Where are you going? Come back. Why does everyone always leave me? Hello? Well fuck you then! Blow it out your ass.