Wicked Deftones

Yo Chuck! We got running mixes.... In the headphones
Ah ha ha ha ha!

Wicked!

Ha Ha! 1 2 3 and I come with the wicked style, and you know
That I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew, but I got everybody
Jumping to the voodoo. You kickin' wicked rhymes, picket signs, me and
My mob got a truck full of 9's. Drop then I'll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday
For the a-hole

Ready to buck, buck, buck, but it's a must to duck, duck, duck
Before I bust ya, looking for the one that did it. You want my vote, no
Your never gonna get it, cause I'm the one with the phat mad skills, and
I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills. Sittin' at the pad just chillin'
Larry Parker just got 2 million, oh what a fucking feeling! That niggaare
Done past me the pill, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille O'Neal
Wicked, wreckin' baby I'll rock that test tube baby, take it...

'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire

Don't say nothing just listen, got me a plan to break Tyson
Out of prison. You going my way you get served, still got a deuce then
I bunny hop the curb. Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with
A happy grin, going flat frown cause I'm down, so take a look around, all
You see is big black boots steppin', use my steel toe as a weapon. And
It's awfully quiet you want to live with this niggaare, to with the stick
Ah, but that's nasty, 'cause I got a body count like Ice-T. From in New
York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork. Your sly, you pig
Dig, listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasian, oh, your picket
Signs, you know all this funky ass wisdom picket budget talking