The Wicketshit Will Never Die Lyrics - Closed Casket - Esham

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Here comes the voodoo what'cha gone do when my crew 

Back from the dead once more again 

Fuckin' up the flow again, fuck it here we go again 

Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked shit 

Burned down the church comin' through like the exorcist 

Next to this, you get put on my shit list 

Throw lifers get dissed you can't fuck with this 

Wicked wild, wicked style, I don't give a fuck I'll get buck wild 

I'm psycho just like Michael 

And I might go a little something like this, suicidalist 

Dangerous minds bust when I bust 

Digging up dust now I must, in God you trust 

If I add just then I add just this 

No justice, no peace, bloody body police 

Belly of da pig got me fiendin' for a cracker 

Jack be nimble make your body tremble 

Cardiac arrest for the one in the chest 

Then I K-I-double L T-H-E-F-E-T-U-S 

Yes, I'm down with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest 

You try but don't cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll never die 

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Once again I ressurected niggaz unexpected 

A closed casket when I leaped out and blasted a basket 

Case brother of insanity I'm not alone 

Havin' fatal thoughts of puttin' a chrome to my dome 

Now what kinda wicked shit? This some ol' wicked shit 

Not so many niggaz all over devil diggin' shit 

Stay up off my dick, my style's sick, but I'm so sick of this 

Helter skelter bite my shit, it's so ridiculous 

I know my shit's phatter than Luther Vandross 

Psychic connection wanna hit me with the holy ghost 

Overdose, diagnose, niggaz in a comotose 

Once I buck, buck ya, nigga motherfuck ya 

Voodoo wicked child born a bastard 

Visions of bloody bodies bein' blasted 

Thinkin' of excuses, voices in my head mental abuses 

Loses my mind, thought the flatline refuses 

To answer, you can fess shit as you question 

Me and myself verses Smith and Wesson 

I'm that nigga with the wicked ass flow 

Bitch you better act like you know 

'Cause the wicked shit will never die 

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The wicked shit will never 187 

Never go to heaven and fuck that reverend 

All day whenever and 

Feel like givin' up, mind starts blowin' up 

Some old wicked shit, once again I'm throwin' up 

A fit, I'm never gonna get into heaven 

That's why I bought me a three 57 

Fuck a reverend, and God I can't trust is true 

So when I go to hell, better me and not you 

I'ma walk the bloody trail and you can follow if you want 

If you truly understand but my man I think you don't 

I'm a suicidal revital, my title's homicidal 

So many niggaz will die when I write my recital 

They don't understand that I gotta plan for the klan 

The area nation, white caucasian 

I'm sick of all the bullshit I'd rather be dead 

But first I better put a bullet in your head instead 

They said that everything I said was a lie 

But if you go and kill the fetus you cry 

But the wicked shit will never die