Wicked Wild - Fresh Kid Ice, Insane Clown Posse, Esham

I was dreaming when I wrote this so forgive me

If it goes astray, scalp your shit like ABK

And hand you back a toupee

Soopa Villains on the caper

Stack my paper like a sky scraper

Fuck 8 mile you gone die hater faker

Play ya like an instrumental murder mental

Lincoln Continental, when I hit you roll up in a rental

Shoot out all your windows

Living the life of infamy

Until the Lord sent for me

Ain’t no sympathy, murder symphony, drinking Hennessey

(Fresh Kid Ice)

Come with me just follow me

Let me take you to a place where you wanna be

Fresh Kid Ice out with ICP

Juggalo love for all to see

No matter what they say

All my family come out to play

Lovin' fat bitches they run away

HOES, hoes get outta line

We’ll beat them, beat them

That’s how the real hatchet boys treat them, treat them

Cause bitches love me cause of who I am

Fresh Kid Ice, the China Man

Hate on the fam

We don’t give a damn step in the ring get body slammed

(Violent J)

I need a minute but I ain’t got one damn-it

Your head I slam it

I take this dick and neden ram it

The man I am it

I’m sniffing cocaine

Until I’m propane

I’m choking, and smoking

They know my name is spoken

It’s me and Fish, Esham, and Shaggy, Bitch

17 sleeping pills

In the banana clip

I jack my dick off to watch you lick it

I’m sick and wicked

Now chose between death and dying

I’ll let you pick it, dig it dig it what

(Fish & Grits)

I roll through this bitch

Pimping the game

Flipping the lame

Everyday shit don’t change

Bitch you better have my money fo sho

Stop giving dick since '84

Fuck free pimping, yea you know me

Ain’t Fish & Grits if it ain’t got no grease

Every one knows say we moving on up

Hoes better love this nasty stuff

(Shaggy 2 Dope)

Man fuck all your bitches

I’m sick of this bullshit

It’s raining diamonds and your full of that bullshit

It’s a meteor about to smash into Earth

I hope you die mothafucka it’s all you worth

And when you chilling 6 feet

I be floating high strictly off contacts

And raspberry vodka

So I hope its somebody left to reminisce

Over your bitch ass

They showing up missing yet

(Chorus 2x- Esham & Violent J)

If this mic was a biatch

We’d be running a train

We’d all be spanking that ass

We would all be getting brains

We treat the mic like a pussy

And hit it with different styles

We in the FBI files cause we wicked and we wild

(Esham)

I sit back and I think

With this blunt and this drink

Should I slit my fucking wrist?

Bloods dripping on the sink

Do I need to see a shrink?

Bloods on my white meat

I’m writing rhymes in blood cause I don’t use ink

Keep my eyes on the pride

You might miss it if you blink

Shooting torpedoes at your ship so it might sink

Flows ice cold froze like it’s a ice rink

So singing these lyrics might get you in the clink

(Fresh Kid Ice)

I remembered his head between your legs

All up in the pussy in the bed

Don’t you wanna play with me?

Fresh Kid Ice fill the fantasies

Cause it ain’t nothing wrong bout having sex

Line them up lets see who’s next

HOES, hoes get outta line

We’ll beat them, beat them

That’s how the real hatchet boys treat them, treat them

(Violent J)

I’m flat broke

From that smoke

My gats broke

So I’m strangling somebody for they money

Getting bloody cause I’m nutty like your ball bag

I’m killing all fags

Cause I love to get pussy

When it’s wet and mushy

I’ll let you work me from here to Turkey

If you with it baby, unless you rocking herpes

You can forget it baby

The only ice I got be on your wife’s neck

And I got it yet but I’m about to get it bit

(Fish & Grits)

So stop playing cause it ain’t no game

I got 16 in the clip and one in the chams

I’m ready to blow your brain, let you t-shirt stain

Nigga from Miami so I’m a hurricane

Flipping every corner when I’m hitting the block

Rolling every corner when were dropping the top

Nigga damn know you better check my style

2 Live Crew we’ll never die

(Shaggy 2 Dope)

Popping wheelies backward or driving forwards

In the Escalade

Getting my dick sucked from the back like always

Whiten out hoes eyes like bitch what bring it

Put that neden back in those panties hoe its stanking

Got 26 pumps working and they fully juiced

I be banging with my homies like the hoover deuce

All I’m saying, me E, J Fish and Ice

We hold it together like the

Mothafucking wire splice, bitch

(Chorus 2x- Esham & Violent J)

If this mic was a biatch

We’d be running a train

We’d all be spanking that ass

We would all be getting brains

We treat the mic like a pussy

And hit it with different styles

We in the FBI files cause we wicked and we wild

Fresh Kid Ice

China Man

He fucked that bitch in the face

Yeah, yeah

Esham, Esham hit that shit doggy style

And made that bitch bark at the moon

At the moon

Shaggy…