Wicked Wild lyrics

[Intro]
"ICP, Esham, and the 2 Live Crew are coming to destroy you. Resistance is futile."

[Verse 1: Esham]
I was dreamin' when I wrote this so forgive me
If it goes astray, scalp your sh*t like ABK
And hand you back a toupee, Soopa Villains on the caper
Stack my paper like a sky scraper, f*ck 8 mile you gone die hater faker
Play ya like an instrumental murder mental
Lincoln Continental, when I hit you roll up in a rental
Shoot out all your windows, livin' the life of infamy
Until the Lord sent for me, ain't no sympathy
Murder symphony, drinking Hennessey

[Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice]
Come with me just follow me, let me take you to a place where you wanna be
Fresh Kid Ice out with ICP, Juggalo love for all to see
No matter what they say, all my family come out to play
Lovin' fat b*tches they run away
Hoes, hoes get outta line, we'll beat 'em, beat 'em
That's how the real hatchet boys treat 'em, treat 'em
'Cause b*tches love me cause of who I am
Fresh Kid Ice, the China Man, hate on the fam
We don't give a damn step in the ring get body slammed

[Verse 3: Violent J]
I need a minute but I ain't got one damn-it, your head I slam it
I take this di*k and neden ram it, the man I am it
I'm sniffing cocaine
Until I'm propane
I'm choking, and smokin'
Yhey know my name is spoken
It's me and Fish, Esham, and Shaggy, b*tch
Seventeen sleepin' pills, in the banana clip
I jack my di*k off to watch you lick it, I'm sick and wicked
Now chose between death and dyin', I'll let you pick it, dig it dig it, what
[Verse 4: Fish & Grits]
I roll through this b*tch, pimpin' the game
Flippin' the lame, everyday sh*t don't change
b*tch you better have my money fo' sho
Stop giving di*k since '84
f*ck free pimpin', yeah, you know me
Ain't Fish & Grits if it ain't got no grease
Every one knows say we movin' on up
Hoes better love this nasty stuff

[Verse 5: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Man f*ck all your b*tches, I'm sick of this bullsh*t
It's rainin' diamonds and your full of that bullsh*t
It's a meteor about to smash into Earth
I hope you die mothaf*cka it's all you worth
And when you chillin' six feet, I be floatin' high strictly off contacts
And raspberry vodka, so I hope it's somebody left to reminisce
Over your b*tch ass, they showin' up missin' yet

[Chorus: Esham, Violent J]
If this mic was a biatch, we'd be runnin' a train
We'd all be spankin' that ass, we would all be gettin' brains
We treat the mic like a pus*y and hit it with different styles
We in the FBI files 'cause we wicked and we wild
If this mic was a biatch, we'd be runnin' a train
We'd all be spankin' that ass, we would all be gettin' brains
We treat the mic like a pus*y and hit it with different styles
We in the FBI files 'cause we wicked and we wild
[Verse 6: Esham]
I sit back and I think, with this blunt and this drink
Should I slit my f*ckin' wrist? Bloods drippin' on the sink
Do I need to see a shrink? Bloods on my white meat
I'm writing rhymes in blood 'cause I don't use ink
Keep my eyes on the pride, you might miss it if you blink
Shooting torpedoes at your ship so it might sink
Flows ice cold froze like it's a ice rink
So singin' these lyrics might get you in the clink

[Verse 7: Fresh Kid Ice]
I remembered his head between your legs, all up in the pus*y in the bed
Don't you wanna play with me? Fresh Kid Ice fill the fantasies
'Cause it ain't nothin' wrong 'bout havin' sex
Line 'em up lets see who's next
Hoes, hoes get outta line, we'll beat 'em, beat 'em
That's how the real hatchet boys treat 'em, treat 'em

[Verse 8: Violent J]
I'm flat broke, from that smoke, my gats broke
So I'm stranglin' somebody for they money
Gettin' bloody 'cause I'm nutty like your ball bag
I'm killin' all fags, 'cause I love to get pus*y, when it's wet and mushy
I'll let you work me from here to Turkey
If you with it baby, unless you rockin' herpes
You can forget it baby, the only ice I got be on your wife's neck
And I got it yet but I'm about to get it bit
[Verse 9: Fish & Grits]
So stop playin' 'cause it ain't no game
I got sixteen in the clip and one in the chams
I'm ready to blow your brain, let you t-shirt stain
n*gga from Miami so I'm a hurricane
Flippin' every corner when I'm hittin' the block
Rollin' every corner when were droppin' the top
n*gga damn know you better check my style
2 Live Crew we'll never die

[Verse 10: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Poppin' wheelies backward or drivin' forwards in the Escalade
Gettin' my di*k sucked from the back like always
Whiten out hoes eyes like b*tch what bring it
Put that neden back in those panties hoe its stankin'
Got twenty-six pumps workin' and they fully juiced
I be banging with my homies like the hoover deuce
All I'm sayin', me E, J Fish and Ice
We hold it together like the mothaf*ckin' wire splice, b*tch

[Chorus: Esham, Violent J]
If this mic was a biatch, we'd be runnin' a train
We'd all be spankin' that ass, we would all be gettin' brains
We treat the mic like a pus*y and hit it with different styles
We in the FBI files 'cause we wicked and we wild
If this mic was a biatch, we'd be runnin' a train
We'd all be spankin' that ass, we would all be gettin' brains
We treat the mic like a pus*y and hit it with different styles
We in the FBI files 'cause we wicked and we wild

[Outro: Violent J]
We treat the mic like a pus*y and hit it with different styles
I f*cked that b*tch from the back
Fresh Kid Ice, China Man
He f*cked that b*tch in the face
Yeah, yeah, Esham, Esham hit that sh*t doggy style
And made that b*tch bark at the moon, at the moon, Shaggy