Esham The Wicketshit Will Never Die Lyrics

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Here comes the voodoo what'cha gone do when my crew
Back from the dead once more again
f___in' up the flow again, f___ it here we go again
Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked s___
Burned down the church comin' through like the exorcist
Next to this, you get put on my s___ list
Throw lifers get dissed you can't f___ with this
Wicked wild, wicked style, I don't give a f___ I'll get buck wild
I'm psycho just like Michael
And I might go a little something like this, suicidalist
Dangerous minds bust when I bust
Digging up dust now I must, in God you trust
If I add just then I add just this
No justice, no peace, b_____ body police
Belly of da pig got me fiendin' for a cracker
Jack be nimble make your body tremble
Cardiac arrest for the one in the chest
Then I K-I-double L T-H-E-F-E-T-U-S
Yes, I'm down with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest
You try but don't cry, 'cause the wicked s___'ll never die

Once again I ressurected n____z unexpected
A closed casket when I leaped out and blasted a basket
Case brother of insanity I'm not alone
Havin' fatal thoughts of puttin' a chrome to my dome
Now what kinda wicked s___? This some ol' wicked s___
Not so many n____z all over devil diggin' s___
Stay up off my d___, my style's sick, but I'm so sick of this
Helter skelter bite my s___, it's so ridiculous
I know my s___'s phatter than Luther Vandross
Psychic connection wanna hit me with the holy ghost
Overdose, diagnose, n____z in a comotose
Once I buck, buck ya, n____ m_________ ya
Voodoo wicked child born a b______
Visions of b_____ bodies bein' blasted
Thinkin' of excuses, voices in my head mental abuses
Loses my mind, thought the flatline refuses
To answer, you can fess s___ as you question
Me and myself verses Smith and Wesson
I'm that n____ with the wicked a__ flow
b____ you better act like you know
'Cause the wicked s___ will never die

The wicked s___ will never 187
Never go to heaven and f___ that reverend
All day whenever and
Feel like givin' up, mind starts blowin' up
Some old wicked s___, once again I'm throwin' up
A fit, I'm never gonna get into heaven
That's why I bought me a three 57
f___ a reverend, and God I can't trust is true
So when I go to hell, better me and not you
I'ma walk the b_____ trail and you can follow if you want
If you truly understand but my man I think you don't
I'm a suicidal revital, my t__le's homicidal
So many n____z will die when I write my recital
They don't understand that I gotta plan for the klan
The area nation, white caucasian
I'm sick of all the bullshit I'd rather be dead
But first I better put a bullet in your head instead
They said that everything I said was a lie
But if you go and kill the fetus you cry
But the wicked s___ will never die