Get Wick'd

(专辑： JT XVII - 2019)

You put a hit on Wick? Are you wickity-wack?
So much as touch his whip, you'll get wickity-whacked
Snuffing Russians out, wicked quick with his gat
It was just a puppy? Time to snippity-snap!
Grab another mag, cock it back, clickity-clack
Applaud as the mafia gets clippity-clapped
They better lickity-split lickity-stat
I'll never say you're safe because I stick to the facts!

Don't matter if the whole planet's givin 'em flack
Action flicks were dead, guess we're bringing 'em back
Are you scared of the Boogieman? Listen to dad
It's not what you did, it's who you did it to, brat
Can you feel the heat coming off Wick cause he packed
So many that he couldn't fit 'em on a rickety-rack
But he's fit to kick an entire crime syndicate's ass
If this is high octane, he's barely hitting the gas

Start your engines, he'll come for vengeance
Carving sharp drifts if you wanna test him
In a muscle car, buckle up, slobs, you're dead
'Cuz he'll never drift far from his target's head
Drop a hammer to concrete, 'cuz underneath
Hot damn, that's an arsenal. What a treat!
He'll watch his manners on Continental property
Long as you got Blanton's, hand 'em a bottle please (Cheers)

Shot to your thighs, drop to your knees (Uhh)
He'll pop between your eyes so you watch as he leaves (Bye bye)
Every domino line, they fall with such ease
Locked in his sights, swiss 'em harder than cheese
Do not need a scythe, with the Glock he will reap
His revenge, until then, he is not gonna sleep
When he's done with you punks, there are none who will grieve
It's the autobiography of Keanu, The Reeves!

This song's about to get lit
(This song's about to get lit)
Stick around, you're bound to get wick'd
(Stick around, you're bound to get wick'd)
He's crossing off his hit list
(He's crossing off his hit list)
Armageddon will hit quick
Scratch getting whacked, you're fixing to get wick'd

Don't set him off, yo (Huh?)
I said don't set him off, yo (Huh?)
Do you want a new motto?
Mitts off the whip, paws off the doggo

Excommunicato, John lost the lotto
But now I tell y'all where you can shove your blood oaths
Right up your buttholes!
So Baba Yaga do not stop once he's gone rogue (Watch out)
Safety off, he's set to full-auto
He'll drop a bomb on you, turn around and walk slow
He can't dodge bullets, so take your best shot
Though if death got personified, he'd be The One! (Oh)

Morpheus, is the prophecy true?
Sorry. Not this movie. Wrong Keanu (Whoops)
But if I was a flower, wouldn't you praise me?
From the look of it, you love pushing up daisies
With everything that's in his weapon set
Is he a walking Wikipedia of death, you bet
He'll erase you from existence, pencil neck
Can I make a dinner reservation for seven, dead? (Dead)

He wrote a book on tactical attacks
Give him a Mustang, he'll be tearing up the track
Fuck retirement, I'm thinking that he's coming back
And you won't need a stunt double just a double-tap
So if you're not a man of wits (Wit)
Better run first chance you get (Shit)
At your vigil there won't be a single candle lit
You're no match, so don't act like you can handle wick! (handle wick)

This song's about to get lit
(This song's about to get lit)
Stick around, you're bound to get wick'd
(Stick around, you're bound to get wick'd)
He's crossing off his hit list
(He's crossing off his hit list)
Armageddon will hit quick
Scratch getting whacked, you're fixing to get wick'd

Put your money where your mouth's been talking
Now you're nothing but a dead man walking
Better get your guns up 'cause you're gonna get wick'd!