Wicked lyrics by Korn

Songwriters: Middlebrooks, Leroy; Stewart, Sylvester; Weston, Andre; Jones, Marshall; Sadler, Eric; Hines, Willie; Jones, Stanley; Shocklee, Keith; Bonner, Leroy; Goodman, Eddie; Holmes, Anthony; Ridenhour, Carlton; Shocklee, Hank; Jackson, O'shea; Lynch, David; Pierce, Marvin; Satchell, Clarence; Trotter, Angelo; Morrison, Walter; Webster, Gregory; Charity, Christopher; Earle, Duane; Napier, Norman; Lars, Jeff; Middlebrooks, Ralph

Yo Chuck! We got runn’n’ mixes in the headphones

Ha! Ha! Ha! Wicked!

Ha! Ha!
1…2…3…And I come with the wicked side
You know down from the wicked crew, you act like you knew
But I got everybody jumping to the moon, yeah you kick it
Wicked rhymes, picket signs, while me and the mob got a trunk full of 9's
Drop in I'll slay ya…Bang…Bang…Both dead
I’m for the anger ready to…Blow!...Blow!...Blow!
But it’s so nice to…Talk!...Talk!...Talk!...Before I bust
You’re looking for the one that did it
You want my vote? No! Your never gonna get it
Cause I'm the one with the phat mad skills
And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills
Sitt’n’ at the pad just chillin
Larry Parker just got 2 million, Oh what a fucking feeling
That nigger didn’t pass me the bill
And I'm slam dunk’n’ like Shaquille O’Neal
Wicked, Rock’n’
Baby, I'll write that jazz tune baby, dig it cause I’m…

Wicked! I sung but you have to keep on the volume
Wicked! I told them to come in right before you
Wicked! I don’t, but do you have to keep on guitar
But never shut your face, like I did Monday night
Wicked!

Don't sing nothing just listen
Got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison
You going my way you get served
Still got induced, then I bunny-hoped the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with the happy grin
Going flat frown, cause I'm down, so take a look around
All you see is big black boots, step and use my steel toe as a weapon
And they’d drop in cry’n’ they want, “You pay for this bill or I’ll hurt you with this stick”
Ah! But that's nasty, ‘cause I got a body count like Ice Tea
From England to New York, I get them skins and ain't talking about pork
You slut! You pig! You dig?
Listen from the flow from my so-frowed Caucasion
Ah! You pick it?
I was funky and twisted
Bigger Bungee-Jump…

Wicked! I sung but you have to keep on the volume
Wicked! I told them to come in right before you
Wicked! I don’t, but do you have to keep on guitar
But never shut your face, like I did Monday night
Wicked!

People wanna know how come I’ve got a cat
And I'm sitting at the window like a male tom
Ready to bring that noise together to get happy like the Ghetto Boyz
December 29th was power to the people, you might just see a sequel
Call us! Police got equal. Hey! A horse is a pig; it don't fly straight
I'm do’n’ Daryl Gates, but it’s Willie Williams, I'm down with the pilgrims
I'm through with your picket signs, take this job and stick it, did it all ‘cause of you…

Wicked! I sung but you have to keep on the volume
Wicked! I told them to come in right before you
Wicked! I don’t, but do you have to keep on guitar
But never shut your face, like I did Monday night
Wicked!

Wicked! I’m wicked! I sung but you have to keep on the volume
Wicked! I told them to come in right before you
Wicked! I don’t, but do you have to keep on guitar
But never shut your face, like I did Monday night
Wicked!

…Say
‘Cause I’m wicked! I’m wicked! I sung but you have to keep on the volume
I’m wicked! I told them to come in right before you
I’m wicked! I’m wicked! I don’t, but do you have to keep on guitar
But never shut your face, like I did Monday night
Wicked!

I’m wicked! I’m wicked! I sung but you have to keep on the volume
I’m wicked! I’m wicked! I told them to come in right before you
I’m wicked! I’m wicked! I don’t, but do you have to keep on guitar
But never shut your face, like I did Monday night
Wicked!

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