Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rep That Wicked, artist - Twiztid. Date of issue: 21.10.2012
Song language: English
Rep That Wicked |
| I’m a chainsaw soldier |
| Wit' insane ideas like fuckin' dead chicks and takin' the world over |
| And the way I feel is you lose when you don’t try |
| Ain’t no such thing as a win cause in the end we all die |
| So when I’m shootin' up my sound |
| I’m tryna put the moon and the stars in a plant box |
| Representin' everybody standin' beside us |
| And everybody else just bein' vaginas! |
| (Pussies!) |
| I’m timeless, chainsmokin' |
| And leavin' the world spineless, I ain’t jokin'! |
| Given a moment of silence, I’ll stay in focus |
| It’ll come down to violence, is what I’m hopin' |
| And to most of y’all I’m just too hard to see |
| Like I’m flickin' cigarettes in your E.Y.E.'s |
| I wanna make 'em all burn if they hotbox wit' me |
| But my concern right now is makin' history |
| This is for the freak shows, this is for the killas |
| Middle fingers up to people that don’t get us |
| This is for the graveyard, this is for the dead |
| Everybody else can go to hell instead |
| I rep that wicked shit 'til the day that I die |
| It’s a worldwide homicide! |
| If you down wit' Twiztid, then let’s begin |
| Our journey to the darker side |
| Bow down to the wicked, and put that swag shit and in a backpack |
| Get it a bus ticket to somewhere in Baghdad |
| I can’t fuck wit' it and I’m not mad |
| Sheep so enamored with the «Flav of the week» fad |
| Right now wit' skinny jeans and weak raps |
| Rehab stats, I’m the reason you relapse, perhaps? |
| I’ve been waitin' for them gangstas to come back |
| But all they worried about is a price tag and Maybachs |
| Broken and bruised from battlin' with the best, I |
| Represent almost everything they detest by |
| Bein' a painted freak and beatin' on my chest, my |
| Hit a razorback, goin' bananas watchin' shit fly |
| I’m a Freek show! |
| So, I Won’t Die |
| And I’s an abomination, it’s the story of my life |
| Why is it desperation that’s always gettin' me by? |
| Wit' a hatred like mine, it’s unbearable to describe |
| I wipe my mouth with toilet paper because I’m spitttin' the shit |
| And flippin' it up just like a gymnast, cartwheelin' on all opponents |
| Dunkin' it like a donut, glazed wit' them powdered lips |
| Chap stick, pucker it up and givin' our ass a kiss |
| We addictive they call us crack and place it up on the fact |
| That we rappin' around the dome like original snap-backs |
| And ball caps, ball sacs hurt from gettin' bruised |
| Strokin' our ego’s like some dicks and expect 'em not to explode! |
| I’m in the zone! |
| Wouldn’t touch me wit' a ten foot pole |
| I’m radioactive and the chemo is makin' my soul glow |
| Watch me float, I’m levitatin' and carvin' a headstone |
| If you even cross us once I’ll back at you like tenfold |
| I’m a Scorpio, terrestrial, arachnid |
| I’m poison in the saliva glands, diagnosin' me with the cat scans |
| I’m batman, I’m better than that, man |
| No multiple man, stretchin' limitations just like some rubber bands! |
| Bow down to the wicked… |
| Bow down to the wicked… |