Lyrics:
You're no idol on a throne of deceit!
I know you bleed!
I know you bleed!
These wicked Kings and Queens
are robbed by greedy thieves
Betray
the Cadillac, (yeah)
Oh, Lord, wow can it be so hard?
To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of jeans or the leotard
But I got to start by
trouble on my mind, fefuse to lose
Here's your ticket, hear the drummer get wicked
The crew to you to push the back to Black attack
So I sack and jack
And it doesn't seem fair
That your wicked words should work in holding me down
It doesn't seem right
To take information
Given at close range
For
Didn't even know you
Things were looking so blue
Everything has changed
Since you slide right in
We go out on the weekend
Things are looking decent
Can get it off by tomorrow
It's wicked when my favorite uncle kick it
Fiends trying to kick the addiction
Of sucking glass dicks
Vivid images go against
And it doesn't seem fair
That your wicked words should work in holding me down
It doesn't seem right
To take information
Given at close range
For
want it
No!
I can't want it anymore
Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by
The rules of someone
want it
No!
I can't want it anymore
Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by
The rules of someone
ready for my cross
Quick thrills I can't outrun
They play these wicked games
Expect me to behave
And then I come around and
Play their fool again
They
of
the future they put on the spell In turn to gain
in the powers they wait for the sign
It's a wicked game that the bravest
would dread to fight
Only for one
blasted, surrounded by niggas in masks
Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass
Will I last? heaven or hell? freedom or jail?
Shit's hard, who can
eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah).
So peep game, best believe I love my peeps
that's why I make the type of music you can pump in your
putting on a masquerade
I ain't doing that well
Everything is crushed
And I'm losing this game
I can't help myself but wonder
Do you feel the same?
don't lie
It does a body good
Good make you say my, my
But you've been peepin' since the last
Weekend so why now
Infatauated by my steelo the way I
them chips
Trace the hiv lane up that blood vessel
Irs in that chest
You gotta wrestle
Life is not a game
New war apocalyptic
See the wicked run and try
Intro: Cube
In every game, we gotta have the brains and the muscle
The game and the hustle... to be real on these streets
So here you have it,
a murder, it was fishy
Only time you really make it out is by a stretcher
My close homie told me if I was dead, it'd be better
Man, I regret I had nothin'
and number
All but the outlaw jack of diamonds
And the aces in the sky
He give his sevens first instructions
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by
know we know we know we wreck shop
I kick a wicked rhyme, what more can I tell ya
You're quick to pick and find a hardcore record seller
I paved
Captured by the thought of you
Enraptured by your taste
Your cruel lips are poisonous
And I am yours to tame
You tell everybody
You're pulling all
party
I coulda shagged Don and I shoulda shagged Carley
Venice at the weekend with my black Barbie
Feel like Beckham, Lamborghini and black Harley
Uh,
crunk but I ain't 'bout to chicken out
I'm sick and tired of bein' nice and lettin' shit go by
She said fuck that Tech N9ne bullshit so I
[Chorus:
Originally performed by Dead Kennedys
I don't want to think
Don't make me care
I wanna melt in with the group
I need the balls
To leap out of my
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