Wicked

Yeah, Yeah

I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck

Back in it, I don't give a fuck

[Verse 1: Nyck Caution]

Check!

Why you actin' up?

I throw you in the acura

& Tell the cops that you were just a passenger

Gas mask thrown over your head

The fumes leave you covered up

In 47 swaastikas or swastikas, I'm popular

Time to get my profit up, Open up these chakras

Rockin' out in Arkansaw, Tall down in Florida

So if you take my capitol, I'm cappin' you

An axe'll do me well, put a slash in you

I got that backwards cat, caskets

For you asses, and put acid on your flacid tracks

You not in Kansas anymore & my stance is metaphors

I be rippin' through the can

Land you on the floor

Take that cancer through your pores

Then inhale it cause I'm ill

Dangerous, enflamin' shit

An artist who's an arsonist

Restrainin' him is prolly gonna be...

Somethin' that you want, bow and arrow flow like im katniss

Madlib, my tracklist

I swear to gotti, feels like I got it

Mills half off, come & chill on this island

Alright, you fronters lacerated

All my people tax evadin'

So they make invalid statements

Balances decapitated

Im goin' in

It's apparent, I'm a parent

Cause I'm Daddy to you ferrets

While you battlein and swearin'

& I'll casually inherit, these casualties that I'm sparin'

We must be at the top, cause clarity dissappearin' ah! (Nah!)

This is practice, I'm wicked at this

This is practice, I'm wicked at this

This is practice, I'm wicked at this

I survive with my tactics, the fact is

This is practice, I'm wicked at this

This is practice, I'm wicked at this

This is practice, I'm wicked at this

We pick the atlas up & kill the bastards

I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck

Back in it, I don't give a fuck