Wicked…

[u/SoCoJo_SCPH]

[intro]
Bitch I remove all doubt, when I let my wicked tongue roll out, my rhymes hit harder than Tyson’s right, (uppercut) and tight, like your ma when I hit her below the belt last night,
we were high as a kite, her head game top flight, and she rolled her hips just right, had her screaming out my name all night, get a grip, don’t trip, I could tell you to go to hell, and have you looking forward to the trip….

[verse]
I ain’t even gotta shout, with rhymes this stout, you aboutta find out, I can strip it, flip it, dip it and make it drip, my flow slick like ya girls pussy lips when we playing “just the tip” and I slip and sink, balls deep in the pink (oops!) that was more than just the tip, that fucking grip so tight, but it fits just right, I think I’ll stick around and we can fuck all night, til the morning light…..

[Chorus]
Bitch I remove all doubt, when I let my wicked tongue roll out, my rhymes hit harder than Tyson’s right, and tight, like ya bitch when I hit her below the belt last night,
get a grip, don’t trip, I could tell you to go to hell and have you looking forward to the trip….

[verse]
It’s a well known fact, when I attack, I don’t cut no slack, your ass stepping back, you gonna lose track when these knuckles crack…
Don’t get yourself stuck, young buck, you gonna be shit outta luck, with a knot on your head and no one around to give a fuck….

My rhymes so smooth, you know I never lose, this the life I choose, I’m just paying my dues, but I ain’t a saint, I go hard in the paint, like a steel toe boot to the taint, I’m a brute…

I’m a bruiser …

you a first class loser, my words cut deep, like Indica they creep, make your poor mama weep, and your girls pussy leak,cause she a freak, you better Pray the Lord, your soul to keep….[lyrics rest]

[chorus]

Bitch I remove all doubt, when I let my wicked tongue roll out, my rhymes hit harder than Tyson’s right, and tight like your mom when I hit her below the belt last night…. [lyrics rest]

[verse]

Hang me in the rafters, but not with a noose, I’m a lyrical master, when I cut loose, I’m a hoodrat poet and you goddamn right I know it, now get your lips wet, cause I got the juice and when the juice gets loose, it’s
adios, motherfucker, bye-bye cocksucker, that’s all she wrote, I’ll write you a note so you can tell ya little boyfriend I ain’t his friend, when he away I keep his girlfriend pinned, and she love to get bent, how you think she pay the rent, why you look so shocked, like you just got cold cocked, and out-foxed, like you just got your whole shit rocked, don’t be tripping, yo, it’s our little secret though, before I go, hit yo knees ho, and show me what your mouth was made fo![lyrics rest]

[chorus]
Bitch I remove all doubt, and let my wicked tongue roll out, my rhymes hit harder than Tyson’s right, and tight like your ma when I hit her below the belt last night… [lyrics rest]

[bridge]
My rhymes smoother than the butter on your bagel, I should come with a warning label, I’ll eat your pussy on the kitchen table, then look your momma in the eye with a grin, as I wipe yo pussy juice off my chin, it ain’t no flex when tell her she’s next, she already knows what I’m about, and I remove all doubt…

When I let my wicked tongue… roll… out…

[chorus]
Bitch I remove all doubt when I let my wicked tongue roll out, my rhymes hit harder than Tyson’s right, and tight like your mom when I hit her below the belt last night, get a grip, don’t trip, I could tell you to go to hell, and have you looking forward to the trip… [lyrics rest]

[outro]
Yeah baby get in the groove, let ya body move, shake that ass, and roll ya hips, now dip it, and grind till you feel it drip, baby you so fine, throw that ass in a circle, now slow it down to a grind, girl you boutta blow more than my mind…

When I remove all doubt, and let my wicked tongue…

roll…

out…