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for the wicked - j reno lyrics

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[verse 1: j reno]
i said i’m cut from the original cloth, sicker than y’all
state of bedlam in my head, must be my sinister thoughts
soul is rotten to the core, i will diminish you all
lunatics in the cypher with the wickedest drawl
a half*breed rolling with a gang of serial k!llers
we on the third shift with shovels for all the gravediggers
stay on your ps and qs ’cause it’s strange where i come from
my brain came with a defect, grind ’til the sun come
i’m in the ghetto with the devil, we more than just some rappers
you think we worship satan? i’m sayin’ you got it backwards
i’m mad insane with the flow, you know we animals with it
once i get a taste of blood, i guess i’m cannibalistic
a menace influenced by the murderous minute
still on the eastside gettin’ money, ho, that’s wicked
don’t clown with my posse, j gets violent with it
plus i’m way too dope with the rhymes i’m kickin’, get it?

[chorus]
wick*wick*wick*wick, i get wicked
wick*wick*wick*wick, i get wicked
wick*wick*wick*wick, i get wicked
wick*wick*wick*wick, i get wicked
wick*wick*wick*wick, i get wicked
wick*wick*wick*wick, i get wicked
wick*wick*wick*wick, i get wicked
wick*wick*wick*wick, i get wicked
[verse 2: j reno]
they think i’ve gone mad when i push it to the max though
better keep that hate low key, homie, i stash though
bodies in the bags zipped up, don’t make me do somethin’
’cause when i snap, music goes way beyond gruesome
keep a couple corpses in the trunk, that’s two of ’em
bootleggin’ the sh*t, there’s no tellin’ what i’ma do to ’em
strangled with a shoestring, this sh*t is a master class
insane with the poetry, no survivin’ the aftermath
it’s like a close*range buckshot straight to your back
this mc get nasty when i’m swingin’ an ax
feel the fury, it’s a fun time havin’ a laugh
i ain’t the one to be shy plus my mind gone bad
i need a doctor but they seem to giggle at my misfortune
’cause i’m a psycho, jesus christ bro, it’s morbid
i be another poet found dead in a lab
i k!ll music instead of people, i’ve got it bad

[chorus]
wick*wick*wick*wick, i get wicked
wick*wick*wick*wick, i get wicked
wick*wick*wick*wick, i get wicked
wick*wick*wick*wick, i get wicked
wick*wick*wick*wick, i get wicked
wick*wick*wick*wick, i get wicked
wick*wick*wick*wick, i get wicked
wick*wick*wick*wick, i get wicked

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