1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6

Here comes the voodoo what'cha gone do when my crew

Back from the dead once more again

Fuckin' up the flow again, fuck it here we go again

Oh, not me again, last time I wrecked shit

Burned down the church comin' through like the exorcist

Next to this, you get put on my shit list

Throw lifers get dissed you can't fuck with this

Wicked wild, wicked style, I don't give a fuck I'll get buck wild

I'm psycho just like Michael

And I might go a little something like this, suicidalist

Dangerous minds bust when I bust

Digging up dust now I must, in God you trust

If I add just then I add just this

No justice, no peace, bloody body police

Belly of da pig got me fiendin' for a cracker

Jack be nimble make your body tremble

Cardiac arrest for the one in the chest

Then I K-I-double L T-H-E-F-E-T-U-S

Yes, I'm down with N-A-T-A-S, I suggest

You try but don't cry, 'cause the wicked shit'll never die



Once again I ressurected niggaz unexpected

A closed casket when I leaped out and blasted a basket

Case brother of insanity I'm not alone

Havin' fatal thoughts of puttin' a chrome to my dome

Now what kinda wicked shit? This some ol' wicked shit

Not so many niggaz all over devil diggin' shit

Stay up off my dick, my style's sick, but I'm so sick of this

Helter skelter bite my shit, it's so ridiculous

I know my shit's phatter than Luther Vandross

Psychic connection wanna hit me with the holy ghost

Overdose, diagnose, niggaz in a comotose

Once I buck, buck ya, nigga motherfuck ya

Voodoo wicked child born a bastard

Visions of bloody bodies bein' blasted

Thinkin' of excuses, voices in my head mental abuses

Loses my mind, thou