Deftones Wicked Lyrics:
Yo Chuck we got running mixes...in the headphones,
Ah ha ha ha Wicked!!!! Ha Ha 1..2..3 and I come
with the wicked style And you know that I'm from
the wicked crew, you act like you knew But I got
everybody jumping to the voodoo you kickin Wicked
rhymes, picket signs, me and my mob got a truck
full of 9's Drop then I'll slay ya Ready to Buck
Buck Buck but it's a must to Duck Duck Duck Before
I bust ya, looking for the one that did it You
want my vote, no your never gonna get it Cause I'm
the one with the phat mad skills And I won't choke
like the Buffalo Bills, Sittin at the pad just
chillen Larry Parker just got 2 million, Oh what a
fucking feeling That nigger done past me the peel,
and I slam dunk it like ShaquilleO'neal Wicked,
Wreckin Baby I'll rock that test tube baby

[chorus:]
Cause I'm Wicked, Ice Cube I told you they want
some yes I'm Wicked, Give me the mic and bost off
thier crown yes I'm Wicked, all of them got with
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this song

My name is Jonathan and Ice Cube we run the town
Don't say nothing just listen got me, got me a
plan to break Tyson out of prison You going my way
you get served, still got a deuce then I bunny hop
the curb Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin,
never seen with a happy grin Going flat frown
cause I'm down, so take a look around All you see
is big black boots, stepin use my steel toe as a
weapon And it's awfully quite you want to ?????
nail onto a the stick Ah but that's nasty, cause I
got a body count like Ice T From in New York I get
them skins, and I ain't talking about pork Your
sly, you pig dig listen from the flow from a so
calledcaucasion Ah your picket signs, You know I
was funky ass wisdom picket budget talking chorus
People wanna know how come I got a gat and I'm
sitting at the window like Malcolm Ready to bring
that noise and going to get heavy like the Ghetto
Boyz December 29th was power to the people, you'll
might just see a sequel Cause police got equal
hate A horse is a pig that don't fly straight I'm
doin Daryl Gates but it's Willie Willams, I'm down
with the pilgrims I'm through with the pig so I
think the job is dead, get out... ?
Lyrics: Wicked, Deftones [end]