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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chino Moreno
Vocals
Jonathan Davis
Vocals
Munky
Guitar
Fieldy
Bass
Brian Welch
Guitar
David Silveria
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
Gregory Webster
Songwriter
Andrew Noland
Songwriter
Leroy Bonner
Songwriter
Ralph Middlebrooks
Songwriter
Walter Morrison
Songwriter
Marshall Jones
Songwriter
Marvin Pierce
Songwriter
Norman Napier
Songwriter
Andre Weston
Songwriter
Willie Hines
Songwriter
Derek Lynch
Songwriter
Christopher Charity
Songwriter
Korn
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ross Robinson
Producer
Chuck Johnson
Mixing Engineer
Richard Kaplan
Mixing Engineer
Rob Agnello
Assistant Engineer
Jamie Leavitt
Assistant Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Yo Chuck, we got runnin mixes in the headphones. .
Wicked!
One, two, three and I come with the wicked style
And you know that I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew
But I got everybody jumpin' to the voodoo
You kickin' wicked rhymes, picket signs, while me and my mob got a truck load of 9's
Drop then I'll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the A-hole
Ready to Buck! Buck! Buck! But it's a must to Duck! Duck! Duck!
Before I bust ya!
Lookin' for the one that did it
You want my vote? No your never gonna get it
Cause I'm the one with the tight mad skills
And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills, Sittin' at the pad just chillin'
Larry Parker just got 2 million, Oh what a fuckin' feelin'
That nigga done past me the peel, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille O'Neal
Wicked, Wreckin'
Baby, I'll rock that test tube baby, take it. .
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
"Wicked."
Don't say nothin' just listen
Got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison
You goin' my way you get served
Still got a deuce then I bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin
Gotta phat frown cause I'm down, so take a look around
All you see is big black boots, step in, use my steel toe as a weapon
And it's awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigga to with a stick
Uh, but that's nasty, cause I got a Body Count like Ice-T
From here to New York I get them skins, and I ain't talkin' about pork
Your sly, you pig, dig
Listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasion
Your picket signs, you know all
This funky ass wisdom picket
But your talkin'. .
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
"Wicked"
People wanna know how come I get a gat
And I'm sittin' at the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like the Ghetto Boys
December 29th was power to the people, ya'll might just see a
Seekwill
'Cause police got equal, hey, A chazzer's a pig that don't fly straight
I'm doin' Daryl Gates but it's Willie Williams, I'm down with the pilgrims
I'm just a super slave
So we'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave. .
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
Wicked!
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
Wicked! Oh asshole well I come
I come say
Fuck you!
What the hell are you talkin' about?
Writer(s): Jesse D. Lars Jr., Angelo D. Trotter Iv, Norman Bruce Napier, Eddie Lowell Goodman, Stanley Jones, Duane Kevin Earle, Willie James Hines Iii, Derek Lynch, Anthony Holmes, Marshall Jones, Christopher Allen Charity, Andre G. Weston, Clarence Satchell, Marvin R. Pierce, Walter Morrison, Gregory A. Webster, Ralph Middlebrooks, Leroy Bonner, O'shea Jackson
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