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nok the hitter - 6 wicked (an icp tribute) lyrics

[verse 1]
what’s good, motherf+ckers? happy halloween and sh+t
nok gon’ celebrate by rippin’ up beats of icp and sh+t
shout out if you been a juggalo as long as me and sh+t
them baby ‘los rippin’ in the fourth grade is who they used to see me with
them boys and girls, way back at that time
but we grew up too quick, and we started to pack nines
sniffin’ fat lines, somebody give me the mic and it’s about to be wack time
freestyling all night ’til the liquor’s gone like last time
you wanna boogie man? i’ll turn into a boogie man
and shove your homie’s head up your ass and call y’all the boogie clan
and then i’ll get you one of them horsе masks up there at the mall
hе he ha ha ha, the hitter’s back, y’all

[verse 2]
bodies, dead bodies from my v+e+r+s+e recitals
leave ’em dry of life, no there won’t be no emt revivals
eenie meenie, halloweenie, hitter be completely psycho
see mee rip to meezy peezy then repeat the cycle (bye bye)
dead men are the ones that dead pens
but them stiff cemetery boogies be my best friends
i’m hangin’ with ’em watching possums crawling in and out they stomachs and sh+t
they giggle, it tickles a little bit
they got me beating staring contests, and i never win
i let ’em in my swimming pool in summer, but they never swim
my little fuzzy wuzzy puppy buddy’s name is jawbones
found him bloated on the side of the roar, whoa
you think i’m sick, but what’s up in them urns, or rather who?
don’t even answer that, i got some other sh+t i came to do
let’s get it hallowicked, keep it hoppin’ like a kangaroo
and then i walked in
[verse 3]
to a liquor store and went to the back
and pocketed a bottle of that hennessy cognac
stepped around into the alley, and i pounded it quick
i’m ’bout to fl!ck open this pocket knife and go and hit a l!ck
i’m walkin’ deeper through the hood before i notice through a window
there’s a rapper in his mama’s kitchen filmin’ for a video
he’s fannin’ out his money, and he’s holdin’ up his glock
and the kn+b up on his front door wasn’t even locked
i walk into the living room and grab an xbox controller
and i throw it down the hallway, when he goes runnin’ over
just to find out what it was, i was already behind him
and i put my knife inside him like a couple dozen times
and then i sn+tched that cash and the glock with the drum
and i ducked out the back door back into the slums
there’s a helicopter and a ton of police
something happened at the kmart at the end of the street
it doesn’t bother me at all, n0body gonna find the body
’til i la+di+da+di all the way across town probably
i’m behind the hobby lobby puttin’ bullets in the bums
and the skateboard kids if they say what i did was a senseless act
you can tell them all that
i’m more than lonely, i’m lost, lives are the cost
and i don’t even value mine, so even mine’s gettin’ tossed
a barrel of the black nine smokin’ like the exhaust
they died, and i’m offed
[interlude]
fayo break!
faygo, faygo, faygo, faygo

[verse 4]
bring back that wicked clown beat bumpin’ bang bang
nok the hitter’s on my juggalo sh+t, gang gang
six wicked chapters coming right after
that h23 heat, gotta press it repeat
woo hoo hoo hoo ha ha ha ha, f+ck you
blow a hole in you big enough to drive a truck through
twelve gauge slugs in the bucket for them richy boy f+cks
keep your hands off them little boys’ nuts +gunshot+
rolled into town and kicked out the hip hop
now everybody that you know f+ckin’ nick nok
way before tiktok, i’d open up a ziploc
and bump this song while i sit back and hit pot
hokus pokus, jokers in this b+tch
you already know a body bag is going in the ditch
i’m juggaloin’ in this b+tch with milenko up in this b+tch
you wanna know what i would say to the police in this b+tch?

[verse 5]
f+ck you, one two three four
id [?] police war
just playin’, i’m the reason we need a police force
why the f+ck would i buy food when i could eat yours?
dumb f+ck, i’ve been f+ckin’ these beats the f+ck up
and bumpin’ f+ck the f+ck off out a bl++dy dump truck
when i’m f+cked i’ma f+ck your fat mama so she makes me dinner
so i don’t get thinner
f+ck the word f+ck, i don’t even use it these days
instead of screamin’ out “f+ck!” i’ll just be all like “pete’s sake”
f+ck a girl, i don’t wanna f+ck a girl
i’d rather f+ck a hole in the dirt and f+ck the world
f+ck death, f+ck breath, f+ck life
f+ck every motherf+cker in sight, yeah that’s right
and f+ck nok with a c+ck harder than an i+beam
and last but not least, f+ck halloween

- nok the hitter lyrics

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