Rozz Dyliams - Downwitdawickedsh** lyrics

[Verse 1] Psychopathic Ross and my brain got it spinnin' Evilly grinning Living the motherf**ing life of sinning Had faith for the bible changed my opinion Now I kick the wicked sh** The wicked sh** is what I'm kicking I don't any new friends; just victims I need to find some guts So my knife It's can sticks em I stab to the rhythm Like it's not worth living If your living underneath the influence of a prescription There is no final destination for a christian other than decomposition Just like everybody else So I sit by myself To the world I am stealth As I hit the cheebah smoking til my motherf**ing brain melts Living in the same hell that I did Even ever since I was still a younger kid Restoring faith by the ether you be saved I'm the reaper with this blade Still creeping through this maze and I'm out [Hook] I'm down with the wicked sh** The wicked sh** until I'm dead Literally cause that's what the man said I'm down with the wicked sh** The wicked sh** until I'm dead The back of ya necks all over the shed [Verse 2] You wanna hear about a menace to society well here's one A quiet motherf**er but I'm murdering just for fun Without even a gun You do the math I'll blast if I gotta but I would rather strangle you in the bath So you might wanna rethink if you wanna give me dap I'll murder you for a number four and a fifty sack Nowadays ya'll are too hygienic with the rap Strip a tabs and I'll get it dirtier than a hippy's a** But yo Back to the sh** on task Back up in your crib with my face covered up with a crystal mask And I'm chopping and I'm swinging You could cut your own dick off and blame it on the wicked funk I'm bringing Let me know Let me know Let me know What's the reason I k** em' Why do I feel i need to do it mo' Yo You wanna catch me at a show How's this Your invited to my funeral may i rest in this Hook] I'm down with the wicked sh** The wicked sh** until I'm dead Literally cause that's what the man said I'm down with the wicked sh** The wicked sh** until I'm dead The back of ya necks all over the shed Boom Shaka Boom Boom Shaka Boom