Insane Clown Posse - Wicked Wild lyrics

"ICP, Esham, and the 2 Live Crew are coming to destroy you. Resistance is futile" (Esham) I was dreaming when I wrote this so forgive me If it goes astray, scalp your sh** like ABK And hand you back a toupee Soopa Villains on the caper Stack my paper like a sky scraper f** 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 Living the life of infamy Until the Lord sent for me Ain't no sympathy, murder symphony, drinking Hennessey (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**hes they run away HOES, hoes get outta line We'll beat them, beat them That's how the real hatchet boys treat them, treat them Cause b**hes 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 (Violent J) I need a minute but I ain't got one damn-it Your head I slam it I take this dick and neden ram it The man I am it I'm sniffing c**aine Until I'm propane I'm choking, and smoking They know my name is spoken It's me and Fish, Esham, and Shaggy, b**h 17 sleeping pills In the banana clip I jack my dick off to watch you lick it I'm sick and wicked Now chose between d**h and dying I'll let you pick it, dig it dig it what (Fish & Grits) I roll through this b**h Pimping the game Flipping the lame Everyday sh** don't change b**h you better have my money fo sho Stop giving dick since '84 f** free pimping, yea you know me Ain't Fish & Grits if it ain't got no grease Every one knows say we moving on up Hoes better love this nasty stuff (Shaggy 2 Dope) Man f** all your b**hes I'm sick of this bullsh** It's raining diamonds and your full of that bullsh** It's a meteor about to smash into Earth I hope you die mothaf**a it's all you worth And when you chilling 6 feet I be floating high strictly off contacts And raspberry vodka So I hope its somebody left to reminisce Over your b**h a** They showing up missing yet (Chorus 2x- Esham & Violent J) If this mic was a b*atch We'd be running a train We'd all be spanking that a** We would all be getting brains We treat the mic like a p**y And hit it with different styles We in the FBI files cause we wicked and we wild (Esham) I sit back and I think With this blunt and this drink Should I slit my f**ing wrist? Bloods dripping 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 singing these lyrics might get you in the clink (Fresh Kid Ice) I remembered his head between your legs All up in the p**y in the bed Don't you wanna play with me? Fresh Kid Ice fill the fantasies Cause it ain't nothing wrong bout having s** Line them up lets see who's next HOES, hoes get outta line We'll beat them, beat them That's how the real hatchet boys treat them, treat them (Violent J) I'm flat broke From that smoke My gats broke So I'm strangling somebody for they money Getting bloody cause I'm nutty like your ball bag I'm k**ing all f*gs Cause I love to get p**y When it's wet and mushy I'll let you work me from here to Turkey If you with it baby, unless you rocking 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 (Fish & Grits) So stop playing cause it ain't no game I got 16 in the clip and one in the chams I'm ready to blow your brain, let you t-shirt stain n***a from Miami so I'm a hurricane Flipping every corner when I'm hitting the block Rolling every corner when were dropping the top n***a damn know you better check my style 2 Live Crew we'll never die (Shaggy 2 Dope) Popping wheelies backward or driving forwards In the Escalade Getting my dick s**ed from the back like always Whiten out hoes eyes like b**h what bring it Put that neden back in those panties hoe its stanking Got 26 pumps working and they fully juiced I be banging with my homies like the hoover deuce All I'm saying, me E, J Fish and Ice We hold it together like the Mothaf**ing wire splice, b**h (Chorus 2x- Esham & Violent J) If this mic was a b*atch We'd be running a train We'd all be spanking that a** We would all be getting brains We treat the mic like a p**y And hit it with different styles We in the FBI files cause we wicked and we wild Fresh Kid Ice China Man He f**ed that b**h in the face Yeah, yeah Esham, Esham hit that sh** doggy style And made that b**h bark at the moon At the moon Shaggy....