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letra de i get's wicked (predator mix) - beastmode warriors

[intro]
lupah phaiym

[verse 1: zodeak]
anton lavey of rap, you can call me zodeak
i don’t need a gun just to send you where the devil at
roll my eyes back, speaking in tongues
then you die in a car crash, you and your son
this a no-fly zone kid, your wings will melt like icarus
what you spit’s ridiculous, i’ll sn-tch you from deliverance
god hates it when you steal the sheep from his flock
but i’m the wolf who grabs ’em by his t–th and tears ’em apart (yeah)
i only drink the blood of the lamb son
my whole fanbase full of sycho sid’s
i’m hearing voices like randy orton saying that you’re not important
f-cking with this demon, you can get your life shortened
turn your chest into a knife holder, your life’s over
get excited at the slight odor of fear
your order is here, my h-llfire will solder and sear
all of you sreknaw what you saying now? f-ck out of here (f-ck out of here)

[chorus: jp tha hustler]
i get’s wicked (i get’s wicked)
i get’s wicked (wi-wi-wicked)
i get’s wicked (wicked)
i get’s wicked
i get’s wicked (wi-wi-wicked)
i get’s wicked (wicked)
i get’s wicked (wicked)
i get’s wicked
[verse 2: mista doesha]
mental issues got me thinking i’m supposed to light a match
put it in a bag of tnt and watch the body splat
took a boat across the water, twenty people was aboard
cut the power, start a fire, lit ’em up cause i was bored
mista doesha also known as mister-put-em-on-a-grill
take a little piggy, roast ’em till that little piggy squeal
put a joker in a smoker till he’s coughing up a lung
feed his pieces to his mother, baby mama and his son
blame ‘em, blame ’em, who can blame ’em? it’s so beautiful to go
cut the skin up off a lumberjack and wear it when it’s cold
you can say i’m f-cking crazy, just a little, no, a lot
stole a firetruck and burn it up in a parking lot
murder, murder, like to burn ’em, other k!llers use a gun
put a pole right through the body, keep on turning till it’s done
see the smoke for many miles, all the bodies bring the flies
petting on a timber wolf, only feed him human eyes

[chorus: jp tha hustler]
i get’s wicked (i get’s wicked)
i get’s wicked (wi-wi-wicked)
i get’s wicked (wicked)
i get’s wicked
i get’s wicked (wi-wi-wicked)
i get’s wicked (wicked)
i get’s wicked (wicked)
i get’s wicked
[verse 3: jp tha hustler]
’92 ice cube, b-tch, i’m a predator
apex predator, heads i will sever, ya
who got the camera? i don’t really trust ’em
put ’em in a ditch, open up, then i bust ’em
tear this motherf-cker up, yes, was a good day
call me a dirty mac, do you like oj?
now i gotta wet ya, i ain’t never sweat, ya
i say “f-ck ’em” now i’m gonna get ya
sitting up in my room, i’m letting my anger loom
violently bobbing my head, yeah, i know it’s coming soon
fangs getting bigger, the lights start to fl!cker
howling at the moon, you know this track about to get sicker
i lash out, gash out, rip your bowels out
mutilate your body and focus to rip your tongues out
beastmode, feastmode, why you look at me for?
y’all already know we get down and spit that sane flow (sane flow)

- beastmode warriors

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