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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoWicked Ways
I'm getting by with my wicked waysI'm loading up and I'm taking namesI wanna dig my way to hellI wanna dig my way to hellI'm getting by with my wicked waysI'm loading up and I'm taking namesI wanna dig my way to hellI wanna dig my way to hellGuess I got a way with wordsI could get away with murderEver heard of Aspergers'?It's a rare conditionIt's what you're sufferin' fromWhen you simply don't care if it's an 80 degree dayAnd there's no frickin' air conditionin'And you can't see the bitch's hair is frizzin''Cause you got the windows upBlarin' the systemIn your Chevrolet PrizmThe devil ain't on a level same as himPicture someone who revels in straight masochismAnd imagine him givin' an adjective an ass-whoopin'So bad they should put his ass in prisonA word bully, I verbally abuse verbsLike they did somethin' to me personallyUsed to get bullied, so I'd cut class and ditch itNow I bully rap, I'm the shit, faggot (Sniff it!)Cadillac from a K CarMy ass from a hole in the groundStill can't tell 'em a-partCame straight out the trailer parkScreamin', "I'm proud to shop at K-Mart,"And it became artAnd I'm still fed upAnd as pissed off as they areTo this day I still get in fightsWith the same broadAt the same WalmartArguin' over the same cartIn the middle of the aisle whilin'I don't give a fuck, I don't playBitch, you think you saw this basket first?You're ass backwardslike motherfuckin' Bob and Silent JayIllest shit you could think I would sayMind's like a pile of clayWhen's the last time that you saw a villain with a capeRipped a gapin' hole in it, flipped outRipped down the drapes, tied 'em around my neckWent down the fire escape of the Empire StateSlipped, fell straight down to the groundSplattered all over the entire stateAnd straight to hell, got impaled by the gatesSaw Satan, stuck his face in an ashtrayWhile I sashayed around flames with a matchAnd I gave him the gas faceAnd this ain't got nothin' to do with a scaleOr being gay, little faggot, but by the wayThoughts are gettin' darker by the dayI'm a combination of Skylar GreyTyler the Creator, and Violent JIt's a fuckin' miracle to be this lyricalPaint my face with clown makeupand a smiley faceI'm insane, every rhyme I saySons you like an ultra-violet rayI'm sellin' hatred, buffet styleall the shit you can eat$11.99, so come on and pile a plate!I'm throwin' down the gauntletto see what hell I can raiseWith the rhyme I'm spittin'while I'm shittin' on competitionIn the meantime it's always mean timeI'm gettin'-I'm getting by with my wicked waysI'm loading up and I'm taking namesI wanna dig my way to hellI wanna dig my way to hellI'm getting by with my wicked waysI'm loading up and I'm taking namesI wanna dig my way to hellI wanna dig my way to hellI've been a career assholeI don't see why these people always got my backI done said so much fucked up shitI was born a mistakebut I was put here not by accidentI had a purpose and that purposeWas to beat a beat purplish, slaughter tracksI done put my two dimesand a nickel in this shitI'm comin' to get that quarter backLike Ndamukong, the drama can buildYour mama can ask me for my autograph'Cause that cougar's a MilfShe's the oldest trick in the bookbut I sure would fall for thatYou done brought a bat to a rocket launcher fightWhen I get on the mic I'ma snapMake you wish the ambulance that took me to the hospitalWhen I overdosed woulda caught a flatIf it makes you sick to your stomach acidIndigestion, my suggestion's KaopectateIf it feels like I'm runnin' away with the gameIt's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectateAll I got is dick for daysand insults for decadesBut I get by with my wicked waysLady, you can suck a dick 'til your neck achesCry 'til you get puffy eyes, red facedBut I'm leavin' on this jet planeYou ain't fly, you're an airheadAnd I'm sick of poundin' a square peg in a round holeSorry, another catchphraseBut your baggage ain't gon' fitin my storage overhead space'Cause it just ain't big enoughto fit your damaged goodsOther words: don't try to put your heart in a headcase'Cause baby, stable mentally I ain'tI need my meds, I peed my bedI'm going blind, I don't see my legs, I keep on falling downNo wonder you can't stand me, I need my caneSomeone help me, I think my face is meltingIf you felt these migrainesAnd see these maggots eat my brainThis G-I-A-N-T hole in my empty headIf you read my mind, you can see my painAnd you'd see why I be this wayEver since I was knee-high playin' with G.I. JoesTold these hoes shut their P-I-E holesnow peep my game'Cause I'm 'bout it 'bout itLike a fuckin' (fuckin') echo (echo)(Psych) Psycho on a cyclone cyclespiralin', here I goI'm outta control like no other mic goStab you 'til the knife goes - dullI'm nothin' but a hole inside your skullwhere your eye goes'Cause I'ma sock it to you!Dyke ho, you don't like it?Get on your Harley Davidson menstrual cycleAnd ride it like a motorbikeI'm finna blow the mic the whole night, soStrike up the fuckin' maestro, I'm nitroAnd hi, ho, hand me my shovel!I'm liable to dig my hole deeperAnd it's off to H-E double hockey sticks, I goI'm getting by with my wicked waysI'm loading up and I'm taking namesI wanna dig my way to hellI wanna dig my way to hellI'm getting by with my wicked waysI'm loading up and I'm taking namesI wanna dig my way to hellI wanna dig my way to hellOhh, please be emptyPlease be empty, please be emptyThank you, God!Shit... Is that a girl?I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a cock in my mouthAnd get my balls blew out, and get gay into the A.M.And lay with eighteen guys nakedAnd let myself show, let myself showButtfuck it, suck it, pull it, tug itLife's too short to not stroke your boneSo everybody, everybodyCircle jerk, touch my bodyWho is that? Where are you going? Come back!Why does everyone always leave me?Hello? Fuck you then!Blow it out your ass!
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