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Ren - Wicked Ways

#Ren #WickedWays #SickBoi LYRICS: Wicked ways 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, ay 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 Ball 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 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 a 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 I am the blood run red, I am the day of the dead I am the hole in your head, bullet, pull it, bled 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, uh Mother Mary, me oh my, think I feel a fight inside Dealing with my demons, I've been kneeling, prayed up with 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 in their jaw Like an undercover villain, I got rhythm when I talk Kill 'em when I talk Kill 'em when I pop off and drop off the top of the takeoff I pull off, then 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 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 Wicked ways