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Cold Just Got Wicked

ice These motherfuckers just got wicked Well I can't explain this little man Taken over Can't explain the way that I feel Everyone got twisted

ice These motherfuckers just got wicked Well I can't explain this little man Taken over Can't explain the way that I feel Everyone got twisted

's the matter? You ain't getting no dick? You're bitching about rock 'n' roll That's censorship, dumb bitch The Constitution says we all got a right

(Dolly Parton) Eve you wicked woman, you done put your curse on me Why didn't you just leave that apple hangin' in the tree You make us hate our husbands

punk's back Raisin' Cain, feel no pain as I penetrate Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick pace I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind

Make you cry, cry baby, make you feel so cold, don't you know? It's alright sometimes you've just got to show how you feel 'Cause that's just you, baby

I would never diss my own Mama just to get recognition Take a second to listen for you think this record is dissin' But put yourself in my position, just

gone midnight an I'm half past sinning Got a dark heart wicked with my ras clart lyrics I'm a bad boy you don't wanna start no shit with [Chorus] We ain't got

deep it bellows But these cellos, help just to keep me mellow Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over These cold