Artist: Project Born f/ B-Cide, Mars Album: Born Dead 2: The Return of the Reaper Song: Get Yo Wicked On Typed by: alcatrazzmania@yahoo.com Get ya wicked on Get ya wicked on Get ya, Get ya, Get ya wicked on motherfucker Get ya, Get ya, Get ya wicked on motherfucker [Chorus 8x] Get ya, Get ya, Get ya wicked on motherfucker [Verse 1: B-Cide] Something maniacal, A little bit like Halloween We bout to scream bloody murder wit our trick or treat The baddest kid on the block wit a sock of rocks Grown shit his fucking pants when I cocked the glock I got a dick for the haters, They ain't no players And I'm a natural born hustler working all for my paper I got it first in the game so I'm ready to shoot And I'm always getting bread from the studio loot Bitch look me in the face when it's time to die My name's B-Cide now close your eyes [Get ya get ya wicked on] Bloody like tampons I'm bout to split yo player head open out wit this chainsaw Chorus 10x [Verse 2: Nitty] Get ya wicked on bitches get yo shirts off All my hustlers in the building go and get yo work off Get yo beer and jerk off, They don't know what's about to happen The wicked shit is a movement, This is way mo deep than rapping The projects didn't get it cause this project nigga did it We had to bring the heat out so we went and brought the wicked And told em where to stick it, If they wasn't rocking underground Cock load shoot everytime we come around Cause all bets is off when I'm out my mind Move this off when I'm bout my grind Bitch-ass niggaz they ain't my kind Bitch-ass niggaz can't stop my shine Let's get a rave and misbehave Popping pills then hit the stage Drop some shit we kick it on Cmon homies get ya wicked on Get ya, Get ya, Get ya wicked on motherfucker [Polk] Put your hands on the Bible all about survival when i bust at my rivals Fucking wit this project soldier homeboy that's suicidal Wicked killas stand up punk ass pussies sit down As we walking wit the reaper rollin through Flint Town Underground, My music makes you walk on the edge And that beat comes through your speakers keep you banging yo head Was it something I said? I just woke up the dead I think I heard a demon screaming as his body bled I murder murdered the game I know you heard of the name I got no one else to blame I think I'm going insane I keeps it wicked my ninja watch me kick it my ninja Represent it my ninja from Michigan out to Denver Yeah Get ya, Get ya, Get ya wicked on motherfucker [Half Pint] Well it's the tick to the motherfucking tock once again We back wit another sin, Project B-O-R-E-N Now tell me who gon keep it wicked? Y'all got us beat straight outta Flint and we don't fuck wit snitches The pain inflicted on those who bitches get addicted And i predicted that yo whole crew about the biscuit So what you sayin ain't no playin you gon stop the layin Fresh out the murder mitten spittin and I start sprayin So start prayin to the god you call Jesus Christ Knock off the Pope for the dope I ain't nothin nice Call it a sacrifice and lose your life already trife And i been dead once nigga I been dead twice Been dead twice Chorus 10x [Verse 3: Mars] I gots to get my wicked on, Raping hoes I'm picking on Hit you in the head wit the bottle I be sipping on Never wanna see me if you do you just a dead man Stop you wit my right hand gut you wit my left hand Then I dig your grave getting paid in blood Ain't no love for you motherfuckers getting sprayed You lay em on the face down make a funny sound so i'll be laughing now Police get the call but they ain't know what happened now Every night I just be capping takin bitches for they crop Shooting motherfuckers in they body label white spot We ain't call the cops call the homies up and put in work Creeping with the reaper and the sickle make yo neck squirt Mad Insanity and F-L-I-N-T they trippin on Bustin heads and raise the dead motherfucker get yo wicked on