| I was dreaming when I wrote this so forgive me
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| If it goes astray, scalp your shit like ABK
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| And hand you back a toupee
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| Soopa Villains on the caper
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| Stack my paper like a sky scraper
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| Fuck 8 mile you gone die hater faker
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| Play ya like an instrumental murder mental
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| Lincoln Continental, when I hit you roll up in a rental
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| Shoot out all your windows
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| Living the life of infamy
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| Until the Lord sent for me
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| Ain’t no sympathy, murder symphony, drinking Hennessey
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| (Fresh Kid Ice)
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| Come with me just follow me
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| Let me take you to a place where you wanna be
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| Fresh Kid Ice out with ICP
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| Juggalo love for all to see
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| No matter what they say
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| All my family come out to play
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| Lovin' fat bitches they run away
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| HOES, hoes get outta line
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| We’ll beat them, beat them
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| That’s how the real hatchet boys treat them, treat them
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| Cause bitches love me cause of who I am
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| Fresh Kid Ice, the China Man
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| Hate on the fam
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| We don’t give a damn step in the ring get body slammed
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| (Violent J)
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| I need a minute but I ain’t got one damn-it
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| Your head I slam it
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| I take this dick and neden ram it
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| The man I am it
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| I’m sniffing cocaine
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| Until I’m propane
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| I’m choking, and smoking
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| They know my name is spoken
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| It’s me and Fish, Esham, and Shaggy, Bitch
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| 17 sleeping pills
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| In the banana clip
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| I jack my dick off to watch you lick it
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| I’m sick and wicked
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| Now chose between death and dying
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| I’ll let you pick it, dig it dig it what
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| (Fish & Grits)
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| I roll through this bitch
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| Pimping the game
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| Flipping the lame
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| Everyday shit don’t change
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| Bitch you better have my money fo sho
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| Stop giving dick since '84
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| Fuck free pimping, yea you know me
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| Ain’t Fish & Grits if it ain’t got no grease
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| Every one knows say we moving on up
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| Hoes better love this nasty stuff
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| (Shaggy 2 Dope)
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| Man fuck all your bitches
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| I’m sick of this bullshit
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| It’s raining diamonds and your full of that bullshit
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| It’s a meteor about to smash into Earth
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| I hope you die mothafucka it’s all you worth
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| And when you chilling 6 feet
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| I be floating high strictly off contacts
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| And raspberry vodka
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| So I hope its somebody left to reminisce
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| Over your bitch ass
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| They showing up missing yet
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| (Chorus 2x- Esham & Violent J)
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| If this mic was a biatch
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| We’d be running a train
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| We’d all be spanking that ass
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| We would all be getting brains
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| We treat the mic like a pussy
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| And hit it with different styles
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| We in the FBI files cause we wicked and we wild
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| (Esham)
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| I sit back and I think
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| With this blunt and this drink
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| Should I slit my fucking wrist?
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| Bloods dripping on the sink
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| Do I need to see a shrink?
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| Bloods on my white meat
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| I’m writing rhymes in blood cause I don’t use ink
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| Keep my eyes on the pride
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| You might miss it if you blink
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| Shooting torpedoes at your ship so it might sink
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| Flows ice cold froze like it’s a ice rink
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| So singing these lyrics might get you in the clink
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| (Fresh Kid Ice)
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| I remembered his head between your legs
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| All up in the pussy in the bed
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| Don’t you wanna play with me?
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| Fresh Kid Ice fill the fantasies
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| Cause it ain’t nothing wrong bout having sex
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| Line them up lets see who’s next
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| HOES, hoes get outta line
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| We’ll beat them, beat them
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| That’s how the real hatchet boys treat them, treat them
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| (Violent J)
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| I’m flat broke
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| From that smoke
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| My gats broke
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| So I’m strangling somebody for they money
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| Getting bloody cause I’m nutty like your ball bag
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| I’m killing all fags
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| Cause I love to get pussy
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| When it’s wet and mushy
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| I’ll let you work me from here to Turkey
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| If you with it baby, unless you rocking herpes
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| You can forget it baby
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| The only ice I got be on your wife’s neck
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| And I got it yet but I’m about to get it bit
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| (Fish & Grits)
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| So stop playing cause it ain’t no game
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| I got 16 in the clip and one in the chams
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| I’m ready to blow your brain, let you t-shirt stain
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| Nigga from Miami so I’m a hurricane
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| Flipping every corner when I’m hitting the block
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| Rolling every corner when were dropping the top
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| Nigga damn know you better check my style
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| 2 Live Crew we’ll never die
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| (Shaggy 2 Dope)
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| Popping wheelies backward or driving forwards
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| In the Escalade
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| Getting my dick sucked from the back like always
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| Whiten out hoes eyes like bitch what bring it
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| Put that neden back in those panties hoe its stanking
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| Got 26 pumps working and they fully juiced
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| I be banging with my homies like the hoover deuce
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| All I’m saying, me E, J Fish and Ice
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| We hold it together like the
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| Mothafucking wire splice, bitch
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| (Chorus 2x- Esham & Violent J)
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| If this mic was a biatch
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| We’d be running a train
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| We’d all be spanking that ass
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| We would all be getting brains
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| We treat the mic like a pussy
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| And hit it with different styles
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| We in the FBI files cause we wicked and we wild
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| Fresh Kid Ice
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| China Man
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| He fucked that bitch in the face
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Esham, Esham hit that shit doggy style
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| And made that bitch bark at the moon
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| At the moon
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| Shaggy… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wicked Wild , by - Fresh Kid IceSong from the album Psychopathics from Outer Space Part 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп