Wicked Rappers Delight Lyrics - Esham

ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015 

Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high 

Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by 

Detroits legendary demon lopatara 

Staring you right back through your eyes in the mirror 

Blowing out your brains spontaneous combustion 

Lyrics like a barrel in each ear and im bustin 

Fire breathin wicked shit meltin microphones 

Blowing speakers into flames, settin fires to your home 

How many times you gonna say i need help 

Who gives a fuck if i murder myself 

Im thinkin suicidal thoughts i shot a gay preacher 

I didnt do my homework so i shot my teacher 

I dropped out the next day fuck a g.e.d 

Then i went and clowned the industry with ICP 

Through up the 313, to let them know it was me 

Esham is dope ho im the king of the D 

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I stole a fuckin firetruck and drove through a wendys 

All that happen to me was a bullet in the kidneys 

I almost died then but look at me i ride again 

Whats really happenin, reality is pretend 

You can blow my fuckin head off ill just grow another 

My brain and my self, we dont even know each other 

Somones in the darkness crawling out of my closet door 

Thats what the nines in the mattress for 

Warlocks and witches come and learn from the master 

The walls of my home feature bodys in the plaster 

The dead but sticking out like hon solo when he froze 

With my favorite weapons hanging off there fingers and toes 

Wicked pimpin, scary bitches, livin or dead 

or with vampire fangs and they givin me head 

Like cemetery girls back dance boogie woogie baddy 

Her nedens big and blew out like a plate of spaghetti 

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Im out cold all my teeth gold 

Plus i dont brush them 

Quarterback sneakin plus dont care(?) you rush em 

Bust em down bust em up steady fuckin em up 

But wait why do i have all this blood on my hands 

Blood on my clothes blood on my shoes 

Im on the 10 o clock news for steady 

Murdering crews and there point of views 

Im like purple chronic mixed with acid, demonic 

In a stomach full of jagermeister ready to vomit 

Mirror mirror on the wall tell us who the wicked are 

Shaggy E and Jay we in the game and gettin ours 

Hittin stars in there mouth and bumpin off with rented necklaces 

Wicked reckless nobody expected 

Bumpin this wicked shit'll boil your brain dead 

I can fry a mutha fuckin egg on your head 

Break in and tie your fuckin feet up to your neck 

Shoot you in the back once and kick you down the steps 

I blow a crater in the side of your head 

Do the same to your misses while yall sleepin in bed 

Double murder robbery just another job to me 

Rollin in a stolen buick hookers slobbin me 

Known though the farms lands as a duke of the wicked 

Always shootin the biggots and bootin the chickens 

Askin me the wrong question also triggers my disease 

They will find your body in compton in hallis(?) queens 

The phone rung and on the other end it was the president 

I cant talk right now im on the toilet takin a shit 

hung up the phone i think my cover is blown im deep cover 

Your wife ordered a pizza from me she got the meat lovers 

Im johnny bravo the other black reo(?) get at me ho 

I make these hos happy tho cause im there pappy oh 

Its to soon for you to be on my team 

But give r kelly a call i think like em 13 

I once met a hooker and she did it for free 

On the west verner bus number 73 

All the way in the back she was humping on me 

until i strangled the bitch and stuffed her under my seat 

I got off on my stop without as much as a drop of blood 

But then i realized i forgot to wear gloves 

Now im chasing the bus my finger prints are on her neck 

STOP! AND GIMME MY DEAD BITCH BACK! 

Fuckin dead bitches on a Ouija board all night 

Bustin off shots in the club we all fight 

Hanging muther fuckers my there neck off of street lights 

With there legs cut off tryin to read me rights (shiiit) 

I whip my cd at you, stick it in yo face 

Half way stickin out but look it still plays 

I stomp when i rap and i shake the whole block 

Stick my dick in your ear so you can hear what i got 

I was one of those monsters in the video thriller 

Known to the world as the pop star killer 

And on another part from the ground i arose 

Im the crusty ass booger hanging out of your nose 

Im the stink on your toes im the weed to your rose 

Not one of your friends but one of your foes 

And spittin the wicked shit is the life i chose 

Do a spin grab my nuts then b boy pose 

Chain you up for some tic tacs bloody mess 

We draw the board on your chest and take turns shootin the rest 

I win everytime, beep the beat is good with every rhyme 

And off with your head if in the way(?) your gettin mine 

This is esham and the wicked clowns for the vote 

We come flying out the dark with a triple moonsault 

I through a snowball so hard it replaced your eye 

It melted and left a fuckin hole and it was dry