WICKED Lyrics – PANK DYNAMITE
Singer: PANK DYNAMITE
Title: WICKED
Now if he isn’t the baddest, trapped in the dark
Squirting wine and people locking doors
Is just overshadowed when darkness closes in
We’re picking up dust, rushing out the echoes
There’s stuff for taking, come on
One man, for as many know him as the PACE demon
Listen to the blood drip in the town but no one around, only the wind
House on the island, looking battled
As one makes a sign of grass into bloodlust fills the air
Women left gushing for air, so f#cking scared
Door swings open, people stuffed with brew
Frozen in place, almost show kin knowin’ they’re f#cking screwed
Will make some moves straight to his doom, kaboom!
Blood all over the room!
There’s beginning a scene left for the police
Only one b#tch that’s left to please
Another set of murdered mumble rappers
Wrapped with their own blood and left under the tree
Totally, their fans screaming, believe me, when I stick back to the whack jobs
Jack off to murdered pigs that I took in my pink palm trees
As I use my other hand to eat sticky congee
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