Wicked by Barbour Woulf Lyrics
[Verse 1: E.J.]
Bucket hat or fitted
I feel like I'm becoming the son my father didn't
This just admitted
I hate school and never wish to attend it
I end my sentence
With blanks at the ends of lines that's unfinished
Business
Selling t-shirts
R.I.P. to Desmond yeah my cousin got murked
Acclimated rapping cause I'm very well versed
And if I seen Satan I'mma put him in a hearse
With no reverse
And no clean words
Starting revolutions got the masses dispersed
Drop a flame hear the name on the track get hurt
Don't assert
Cause I'm quick to start a fucking riot
Catch me in the streets with the team you looking quiet
Semi to the stomach put the boy on a diet
If you ain't in the crew I'd rather you not try it
We just try to make it on our own
Don't mean I'm white cause I got a nice home
My father worked hard and my mama was prone
To sickness we just didn't even know
I really love you mom and I just wish you didn't go
I'm trying to get shows
Trying to go pro
But the haters is jaded from just stepping on my toes
Those who move blow didn't start with the ambition to hide in shadows
[Verse 2: Miles]
Wake up, take a shit, then I'll put my glasses on
Trying to find a channel where your bitch's ass is on
Money is the goal so I'm guessing that the task is on
Give your bitch the Cockney like I was from Old Albion
Spit the six cylinder
Swerve while my cup spill in the
Backseat, suck all on my sackmeat
Nurse you like I'm Jackie
Something sort of like Copernicus
Figure out and burning shit
Buy my shit now you're learning it
Chop your nigga's head like a hipster ho's haircut
Bare butt, slice and diced like tear cut
Cooler than an air duct
Drop science, like I'm gravity
Y'all are softer than cavities, follow me like my caddies be
Inappropriate, fill my mouth with some Scope and shit
Punch lines are copius
Face looking like Soviets
Fifth best alive, and you knowing it
[Verse 3: E.J.]
It's not this dope in me, dystopian
Got me loking and choking with a Kobe binge
Cause I dont pass in slow mo-ti-on
Catch me when I'm sipping, pimping, slipping purple po-ti-on
The local kids
[Verse 4: Miles]
'Bout to be counting guap with the chicos
Munching some foie gras then I'll serve your ho the burrito
Sitting on mills when my career is finito
Reminiscing about the days when I settled for eating fritos
[Verse 5: E.J.]
And while I'm spitting these bitches getting offended
Cause I talk of rear ending their ass then I'm splitting
You see I'm dipping, Spit tobacco tripping
With a passion pit half ass trashed and still living bitch
[Verse 6: Miles]
Watching Scrubs on my day off
Shit in your mouth watching The O.C. while you J off
Loser like the falcons in the play-offs
Old heads who think they're on the throne are on their way off
[Hook: E.J. & Miles]
I be running through the town
Nigga don't look down
We a couple kings minus crowns
Down a cup of crown and the Barbour Woulf boys 'finna shut shit down
Bucket hat or fitted
I feel like I'm becoming the son my father didn't
This just admitted
I hate school and never wish to attend it
I end my sentence
With blanks at the ends of lines that's unfinished
Business
Selling t-shirts
R.I.P. to Desmond yeah my cousin got murked
Acclimated rapping cause I'm very well versed
And if I seen Satan I'mma put him in a hearse
With no reverse
And no clean words
Starting revolutions got the masses dispersed
Drop a flame hear the name on the track get hurt
Don't assert
Cause I'm quick to start a fucking riot
Catch me in the streets with the team you looking quiet
Semi to the stomach put the boy on a diet
If you ain't in the crew I'd rather you not try it
We just try to make it on our own
Don't mean I'm white cause I got a nice home
My father worked hard and my mama was prone
To sickness we just didn't even know
I really love you mom and I just wish you didn't go
I'm trying to get shows
Trying to go pro
But the haters is jaded from just stepping on my toes
Those who move blow didn't start with the ambition to hide in shadows
[Verse 2: Miles]
Wake up, take a shit, then I'll put my glasses on
Trying to find a channel where your bitch's ass is on
Money is the goal so I'm guessing that the task is on
Give your bitch the Cockney like I was from Old Albion
Spit the six cylinder
Swerve while my cup spill in the
Backseat, suck all on my sackmeat
Nurse you like I'm Jackie
Something sort of like Copernicus
Figure out and burning shit
Buy my shit now you're learning it
Chop your nigga's head like a hipster ho's haircut
Bare butt, slice and diced like tear cut
Cooler than an air duct
Drop science, like I'm gravity
Y'all are softer than cavities, follow me like my caddies be
Inappropriate, fill my mouth with some Scope and shit
Punch lines are copius
Face looking like Soviets
Fifth best alive, and you knowing it
[Verse 3: E.J.]
It's not this dope in me, dystopian
Got me loking and choking with a Kobe binge
Cause I dont pass in slow mo-ti-on
Catch me when I'm sipping, pimping, slipping purple po-ti-on
The local kids
[Verse 4: Miles]
'Bout to be counting guap with the chicos
Munching some foie gras then I'll serve your ho the burrito
Sitting on mills when my career is finito
Reminiscing about the days when I settled for eating fritos
[Verse 5: E.J.]
And while I'm spitting these bitches getting offended
Cause I talk of rear ending their ass then I'm splitting
You see I'm dipping, Spit tobacco tripping
With a passion pit half ass trashed and still living bitch
[Verse 6: Miles]
Watching Scrubs on my day off
Shit in your mouth watching The O.C. while you J off
Loser like the falcons in the play-offs
Old heads who think they're on the throne are on their way off
[Hook: E.J. & Miles]
I be running through the town
Nigga don't look down
We a couple kings minus crowns
Down a cup of crown and the Barbour Woulf boys 'finna shut shit down