Wicked

Yeah, Yeah
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
Back in it, I don't give a fuck

Check!
Why you acting up?
I throw you in the acura
And Tell the cops that you were just a passenger
Gas mask thrown over your head
The fumes leave you covered up
In 47 swaastikas or swastikas, I'm popular
Time to get my profit up, Open up these chakras
Rocking out in Arkansaw, Tall down in Florida
So if you take my capitol, I'm capping you
An axe'll do me well, put a slash in you
I got that backwards cat, caskets
For you asses, and put acid on your flacid tracks
You not in Kansas anymore & my stance is metaphors
I be ripping through the can
Land you on the floor
Take that cancer through your pores
Then inhale it cause I'm I'll
Dangerous, enflaming shit
An artist who's an arsonist
Restraining him is prolly gonna be...
Something that you want, bow and arrow flow like I'm katniss
Madlib, my tracklist
I swear to gotti, feels like I got it
Mills half off, come & chill on this island
Alright, you fronters lacerated
All my people tax evading
So they make invalid statements
Balances decapitated
I'm going in
It's apparent, I'm a parent
Cause I'm Daddy to you ferrets
While you battlein and swearing
And I'll casually inherit, these casualties that I'm sparing
We must be at the top, cause clarity dissappearing ah! (Nah!)

This is practice, I'm wicked at this
This is practice, I'm wicked at this
This is practice, I'm wicked at this

I survive with my tactics, the fact is

This is practice, I'm wicked at this
This is practice, I'm wicked at this
This is practice, I'm wicked at this

We pick the atlas up & kill the bastards

I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
Back in it, I don't give a fuck