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beastmode warriors - i get's wicked lyrics

[intro: jp tha hustler]
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[verse 1: zodeak]
anton lavey of rap, you can call me zodeak
i don’t need a gun just to send you where the devil at
roll my eyes back, speaking in tongues
then you die in a car crash, you and your son
this a no+fly zone, yeah, your wings will melt like icarus
what you spit’s ridiculous, i’ll sn+tch you from dеliverance
god hates it whеn you steal the sheep from his flock
but i’m the wolf who grabs ’em by his t++th and tears ’em apart (yeah)
i only drink the blood of the lamb son
my whole fanbase full of sycho sid’s
i’m hearing voices like randy orton saying that you’re not important
f+cking with this demon, you can get your life shortened
turn your chest into a knife holder, your life’s over
get excited at the slight odor of fear
your order is here, my h+llfire will solder and sear
all of you sreknaw what you saying now? f+ck out of here (f+ck out of here)
[chorus: jp tha hustler & ferny fern]
i get’s wicked, yeah, yes i do
i get’s wicked, yeah, how about you?
i get’s wicked, yeah, me and my crew
i get’s wicked, ’bout to murder all of you
i get’s wicked, yeah, yes i do
i get’s wicked, yeah, how about you?
i get’s wicked, yeah, me and my crew
i get’s wicked, ’bout to murder all of you

[verse 2: ferny fern]
walk up in your house with a pocket full of bullets
you sleeping on the couch, this pistol, i pull it
i aim it, i squeeze it, i’m leaving you dead
i’ll make me a sandwich then sleep in your bed
i’m a sick one, spit one out for the fun
i love me some blood, i can’t wait to cum
on the body, a hottie, a naughty spectacle
if you wanna find the darkness then let us go
let’s go down the rabbit hole and find us some drugs
yeah, anything can happen in a world so f+cked
so f+cked like i’m living in a looney bin
i should strangle myself just to let them in
all the voices they say “run”
i don’t even really listen to them
i don’t even really listen to myself
all i know is that i’m wicked and need help
[chorus: jp tha hustler & fernyferny]
i get’s wicked, yeah, yes i do
i get’s wicked, yeah, how about you?
i get’s wicked, yeah, me and my crew
i get’s wicked, ’bout to murder all of you
i get’s wicked, yeah, yes i do
i get’s wicked, yeah, how about you?
i get’s wicked, yeah, me and my crew
i get’s wicked, ’bout to murder all of you

[verse 3: suspicion & roach splf]
breaking down walls, various bones in your face
choking on your t++th, tell me how your blood tests
double cross dnc, gre, you insane (uh uh)
we as wicked like some weights around your ankles in a lake like
wear your swim attire, you as wicked as i
they try to throw us down to h+ll but only give us one supply
yeah, let me get at ’em, let me get at ’em real quick
roach splf b+tch, rah, rah, rah, rah
midwest stoner set, chronic l!cking beastmode warriors merking sh+t we’ll destroy you
i adjust these syllables till they hitting critical mass
k!lling you brats, i’m a villain in fact
packing a diligent gat
i’m a million brilliant degenerate diligent lads
ah, who the f+ck am i fooling? i’m just a hooligan drowning in booze again
drowning in booze again, working on music and
[chorus: jp tha hustler & fernyferny]
i get’s wicked, yeah, yes i do
i get’s wicked, yeah, how about you?
i get’s wicked, yeah, me and my crew
i get’s wicked, ’bout to murder all of you
i get’s wicked, yeah, yes i do
i get’s wicked, yeah, how about you?
i get’s wicked, yeah, me and my crew
i get’s wicked, ’bout to murder all of you

[verse 4: mista doesha]
mental issues got me thinking i’m supposed to light a match
put it in a bag of tnt and watch the body splat
took a boat across the water, twenty people was aboard
cut the power, start a fire, lit ’em up cause i was bored
mista doesha also known as mister+put+em+on+a+grill
take a little piggy, roast ’em till that little piggy squeal
put a joker in a smoker till he’s coughing up a lung
feed his pieces to his mother, baby mama and his son
blame ‘em, blame ’em, who can blame ’em? it’s so beautiful to go
cut the skin up off a lumberjack and wear it when it’s cold
you can say i’m f+cking crazy, just a little, no, a lot
stole a firetruck and burn it up in a parking lot
murder, murder, like to burn ’em, other k!llers use a gun
put a pole right through the body, keep on turning till it’s done
see the smoke for many miles, all them bodies bring the flies
petting on a timber wolf, only feed him human eyes

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