Lyrics
(Corus)
I don't give a f*** , this is how I be.
And your outta luck, when going against me.
Cause I got you stuck, f*** in lyrically.
So there b*** what's up, such a wicked beat.
Lyrical rapper, livid lip smacker, so much noise from one little white cracker.
Keep it coming faster, beat mixing master, have you so sprung you be visiting your pastor.
Enemy basher, party crasher, your ass is the check and I'm the cashier.
Keep it coming yall, Somethin' Wicked being rash here.
Flowing even harder than I did last year, cause;
(Corus)
Martian invader, the perfect stranger, the meek mentality re-arranger.
The opposite Vader, a Jedi Knight, now wasn't that last transition tight?
A critical strike, I burn the mic, I do this sh** like I ride a bike.
Political persona soon to own ya, helping to relieve you from your coma.
I give you a bonnah, with my flows brah, don't deny it cause I saw ya bust nut.
So keep your lips shut, listen a bit cuh, Somethin' Wicked gonna go spit the sick stuff.
Yo, cause,
(Corus)
Poetically hard, mentally scarred, gimme the deck and I'll pull your card.
Gonna go far, becoming a star, even though my lungs are full of tar.
So there you are, made a-jaw, the wound you receive is gonna scar.
Match, set, and par, I'm on top of the bar. Do you even know who the f*** you are?
Mad creator, mind illustrator, turn this sh** up an do yourself a favor.
I'm here to cater, your favorite flavor, making tons of sense, but aint got no paper.
Cause, I don't give a f*** , this is how I be.
And your out of luck when faced with wickedry.
And you know you're stuck, cause I am the sh** .
Then you know what's up, shut yo f*** in lip, b*** !
