This is a song about "Wicked"

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Not me im gifted, sick and twisted im wicked, and different

Home of the free and land of the wicked

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

My life is incredibly twisted it's wicked now,

His wicked 'friends' with their trending fashions,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Who real bitches check me out though

Because of my wicked flow

I'm spitting kinds of wicked rhymes, know i've got the sickest lines,

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights