Lyrics:
We stay locked and loaded
We will not be broken
No more locks on our doors
You can freely go in
Take a seat by the altar and pledge devotion
You are
you queen of charisma
Enigma for all the wicked ones
You porcelain siren
In silence you blow away the sins
Portrait of a witch
Come to me, Eternal
kickbacks while we're feeling the squeeze
Sleaze, sleaze, you're all a bunch of thieves
Your lies your lies, with intent to receive
Oh what a wicked web you
DECIDED OR NOT
Written and Produced by:
Moffat Nkunika (M.K SENT)
Intro
Nana..na..na..na
Nana..nana..nana..na
Kezia...uohhooo...o
FireCracker
Verse
Disgusted by these rappers man they can't tell the truth
It's 25 to life for that but I gotta shoot
Stitch my finger cuts I'm counting up all the loot
Haters
With these bitches im so picky uh
Look me up on wiki wiki im so wicked uh
First i get the bread then I buy the chicken uh
Then she give me head right
Parody of "Suffragette City" by David Bowie
Haman, oh, he was the one, you know
Haman, who wouldn't let us alone-- i got to
Say, man, that guy would
me today but you postpone
Fuck you mean by the car bruk down
Suck you mumma jus' nuh call me fuck phone
You go gee'it weh
Me know you still
by the pint
'Cause everybody knows
If you don't mind your mother's words
A wicked wind will blow
Your ribbons from your curls
Everybody moan,
Wicked people don't want fe see mi life long
And they get vex when mi sing my song
Tell dem seh mi tuffa than a piece of iron
Yeah ah mi they
Wicked people don't want fe see mi life long
And they get vex when mi sing my song
Tell dem seh mi tuffa than a piece of iron
Yeah ah mi they
[A Gang of Juggalos:]
WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY,
YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THY DOOR,
UNTIL
used to get dissed by the chicks
And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and sticks and calling me names
And filled my lunchbox with
que I'm after them too
It makes no fucking difference to me
A young SD MG L-I-L R-O-B
What's up ey
[Chorus 2X]
kill, rob, die, kill, rob, shoot
The kids are suicidal
Broadcasting, danger
We gon' televise every fear we feel inside
Prone to load one and bang up
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down
Yeah, we wept, when we remembered Zion
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down
Yeah, we wept, when
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down
Yeah, we wept, when we remembered Zion
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down
Yeah, we wept, when
its rotten core
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
And when sleep takes you tonight
Will you wake to see the light
All i ever wanted in this world was the real thing
Sippin on Sing Sing
Tends to be the same thing
Thirsty for the screams
Gotta get the cream
By any
Sinz this shit wicked
You know that I'm high cause I gotta go balance my lows
That's why we tryna get rich
I break in this shit and I got in the bag
Babylon ass is dead
Mi seh yuh Babylon ass is dead
Dem ass is dead, dem ass is dead, dead, dead
Dem beat up Rodney King
Dem nuh have no mercy
Wicked
as well be
It's what's next and shit
I live life filthy
We sexed every bitch in the gutter
Then we rob or mudda
Find a shutta
And shoot fo or fo each
to the edge
I need to scoot up
My white boy wit me got a shot
I call him luka
She in here blowing on my dick
Like it's tuba
I should marry dis lil bitch
Then
If you need a ride oh five Honda go for four a pop
Damn huh yea let's get it wicked
FNs and four to five glocks chilling in the kitchen
Real grimey
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