Testo Wicked Ways - Ren
Testo della canzone Wicked Ways (Ren), tratta dall'album Sick Boi
Wicked ways
Wicked ways (shi-)
I am a eye of the storm, I am a poisonous one, I am the grip of the gun
I am a zip of the body bag, zipping it shut when it's done
I am the hit and the run, I am the prodigal son, I am Atilla the Hun
Rhythm spectacular, cardiovascular, rhyming a beast when I run
I am a G, I am a genie of flow, rhymes are ingenious, dreaming, and scheming I glow
I am a mammoth of flow, hit when your stamina's low, oh
So cold, my vocal is postal, top shelf
I'm loco, not social, chewing toadstools by myself, hey
I am the bite of the beast, I am a night of the feast, I will be fighting the peace
Hit like Muhammed Ali 'cause I come with the dangerous reach
I am the wolf to the sheep, light on my feet when I creep, uh, I am the cousin of sleep
Sleep is the cousin of death, so I guess I'm the grimmest, I reap
I am the nemesis, enter the dragon, put emphasis
On the creation of rhymes, so they call me the genesis
Venomous, might need a therapist
Sit and recline and unwind with a specialist
Talk, yada-yada-yada-yada-yada
Quiet when I walk, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter
Fire in my thoughts, man, oh, man, oh, man, oh, man, oh, man, oh
Quiet in the court, shh
Oh, sweet Jesus, oh my, my, what will fill my appetite?
What will feed this hunger in my stomach growing every night?
Oh my goodness, oh my days, I'm stuck in my wicked ways
Sometimes I fall off the path of righteousness, but that's okay
Oh sweet Jesus, oh my, my, Lord, I need an alibi
Lord, I need redemption from the tension growing in my mind
Oh my goodness, oh my days, I'm caught in my wicked ways
Sometimes I fall off the path of righteousness, but that's okay (rah)
I am the blood run red, I am the day of the dead, rah, rah
I am the hole in your head, bullet, pull it, bled, rah
Fuck up the whole damn program
I'm Hulk Hogan, Wolverine, Logan
Trojan horse with the force of a Ford or Hummer
Motherfucker, encore
I am the cream of the crop, I'm a behemoth of pop, I will be stopping the clocks
I am the one that makes you bow down, when you're down there, suck my
Reload, pop, pop, pop, no shame, point at cop
Make him drop, meanwhile, pull up, stop, drop the body off
Mother Mary, me oh my, think I feel a fight inside
Dealing with my demons, I've been kneeling, praying to the sky
Oh my goodness, oh my gosh, leave me strung out on the cross
Let the crows feast on my woes, I lose control when the beat drops
Liar, liar, pants on fire, I pray to a false messiah
Thought process conflicted in a convoluted magnifier
Oh my goodness, oh my days, I'm caught in my wicked ways
Sometimes I fall off the path of right-
Ball like a motherfucking kiddie with precision, go to war
Like I'm Danny Glover, hit 'em, I'll be spinning the jaw
Like an undercover villain. I got rhythm when I talk
Kill them when I talk
Kill them when I pop off and drop off the top of, the take-off
I pull off and pull out, then pile up the payout
I pick up the liquor, then stick up the checkout
I'm quick on the trigger, click, click, pow, pow, quick with no doubt
Lip rip, more clout, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, oh, wow
Come with a fire that burn an empire
But turn to barbed wire, don't take you higher
I'ma kill it like I've always killed it, body bag, zip it
I'ma fill it like I've always filled it, keep it so prolific
Oh my goodness, oh my days, I'm stuck in my wicked ways
Sometimes I fall off the path of righteousness, but that's okay
Wicked ways (ways, ways, ways, ways)
Wicked ways (shew)
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Writer(s): Ren Gill
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