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Insane Clown Posse – Wicked Rappers Delight lyrics

Esham). Icp

And Esham Wicked Rappers Delight 2015 Feins
Of The Wicked Shit Its Time To Get Hot Bump
Your Fucking Shit Up For Something Wicked Shit Right Detroit
Legendary Demon Lopatara Staring
You Right Back Through Your Eyes In The Mirror Blowing
Out Your Brains Spontaneous Combustion Lyrics
Like A Barrel And Cheering Out Busting Fire
Breathing Wicked Shit Melting Microphones Blowing
Speakers Into Flames Setting Fires To Your Home How

Many Times You Gonna Say I Need Help Who
Gives A Fuck If I Murder Myself I'm
Thinking Suicidal Thoughts I Shot A Gay Preacher I
Didn't 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 I'm The King Of The D I

Stole A Fucking Firetruck And Drove Through A Wendy's All
That Happen To Me Was A Bullet In The Kidneys I
Almost Died Then But Look At Me I Ride Again Whats
Really Happening Reality Is Pretend You
Can Blow My Fucking Head Off Ill Just Grow Another My
Brain And My Self We Don't Even Know Each Other Someone's
In The Darkness Crawling Out Of My Closet Door That's
What The Nines In The Mattress For Warlocks

And Witches Come And Learn From The Master The
Walls Of My Home Feature Body's In The Plaster The
Dead But Sticking Out Like Hon Solo When He Flows With
My Favorite Weapons Hanging Off There Fingers And Toes Wicked
Pimping Scary Bitches Living Or Dead All
With Vampire Fangs And They Giving Me Head Like
Cemetery Girls Back Dance Boogie Woogie Betty Her
Nedens Big And Blew Out Like A Plate Of Spaghetti I'm

Out Cold All My Teeth Gold Plus
I Don't Brush Them Quarterback
Sneaking Plus If You Rush 'em Bust
Em Down Bust Em Up Steady Fucking 'em Up But
Wait Why Do I Have All This Blood On My Hands Blood
On My Clothes Blood On My Shoes I'm
On The 10 O Clock News For Steady Murdering
Crews And There Point Of Views I'm
Like Purple Chronic Mixed With Ass And Demonic In
Her 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 Getting Ours Hitting
Stars In There Mouth And Bumping Off With Red Necklaces Wicked
Reckless Nobody Expected Bumping
This Wicked Shit Or Are You Brain Dead I
Can Fly A Mutha Fucking Egg On Your Head Break
In And Tie Your Fucking Feet Up To Your Neck Shoot
You In The Back Once And Kick You Down The Steps I

Blow A Crauder In The Side Of Your Head Do
The Same To Your Missis While You Sleeping In Bed Double
Murder Robbery Just Another Job To Me Rollin
In A Stolen Buick Hookers Slobbing Me Known
Though The Farms Lands As A Duke Of The Wicked Always
Shooting The Bigots And Booting The Chickens Asking
Me The Wrong Question Also Triggers My Disease They
Will Find Your Body In Compton In And Your Head In Hallows Queens, The.

Phone Rong And On The Other End It Was The President I
Cant Talk Right Now I'm On The Toilet Taking A Shit I
Groped The Phone I Think My Cover Is Blown I'm Deep Cover Your
Wife Ordered A Pizza From Me She Got The Meat Lovers I'm
Johnny Bravo The Other Black Get At Me Ho I
Make These Hos Happy Tho 'cause I'm 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 First 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 Remember I Forgot To Wear Gloves Now
I'm Chasing The Bus My Finger Prints Are On Her Neck Stop
And! Gimme My Dead Bitch Back Fucking!

Dead Bitches On A Wegie Board All Night Busting
Off Shots In The Club We All Fight Hanging
Muther Fuckers My There Neck Off Of Street Lites With
There Legs Cut Off Trying To Read Me Rights I
Wear My Cd I'll Stick It In Your Face Half
Way Sticken 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 Part I Arose I'm
The Crusty Ass Booger Hanging Out Of Your Nose I'm
The Stink On Your Toes I'm The Weed To Your Rose Not
One Of Your Friends But One Of Your Foes And
Spitting 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
The Board On Your Chest And Take Turns Shooting The Rest I
Win Everytime The Beat Is Good With Every Rhyme And
Off With Your Head If Your Getting 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 Fucking Hole And It Was Dry [thanks

To Bud (buddlite24@hotmail com).For These Lyrics] [thanks
To Nelsonchris67@comcast net.For Correcting These Lyrics]

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