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bloody ruckus - welcome 2 wicked wisco lyrics

[intro]
pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
pocket+pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
pocket…
pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
pocket+pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
pocket

[verse 1: bl++dy ruckus]
feel the knife in your ribcage, b+tch, i’m murdering
i got your body parts scattered deep in the woods where you will stink
because i have a reservation outside of my city
talking like you talking ’bout that sh+t, never turns pretty
like b+tch, who the f+ck you think you f+cking with?
i’ll cook your head inside a microwave while smoking ish
the drip of your carcass rotting in my toolshed
pulling the trigger whenever the shotty got ready, i’m willing to shoot heads
no sorrow, you will not live tomorrow
i plead to seventeen counts of rat poison in your baby’s bottle
there’s no sympathy in how the f+ck you feel
after watching me f+ck a dead ogre inside of lambeau field
i be cultsh+t repping, tombstone stepping
b+tch+slapping motherf+ckers with a mac+11
claim you never lacking but i know that you be capping
better come correct because my body count be cracking
[bridge]
pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
pocket+pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
pocket…

[verse 2: bl++dy ruckus]
i can sit with my clique
never tryna buck or you will die like a b+tch
motherf+ckers talk like they will never get shot
b+tch, i still g+ngb+ng over dead opps
throw your thumbs up in the air when i see ya
better smoke a burnt b+tch up like aaliyah
chuck her to the fish and then you’re belted like a jerk
shawty got fried like a cheddar cheese curd
east side banging with my k!llers, i just beat a murder case
and put her head onto my d and for his body to decay
in my mom’s backyard, twenty minutes far
pitbull chewing off your motherf+cking arms
shoutouts to the mill, shoutouts to the bay
shoutouts to the k as well as lake geneva mane
like old man dan, get the f+ck off my block
this that state to hate sh+t to make your body rot

[outro]
pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
pocket+pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
pocket…
pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
pocket+pocket full of money, pick up my thang, drop it off
pocket…

- bloody ruckus lyrics

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