The Wicker Man

It is time to keep your appointment with the Wicker Man (Yo Yo) (Run it up) (Run it up) (Maaaan) (Aweee) Scared yet bitch yep you should be I don’t think you wanna f*ck up with the real me I was sleeping on the couch I was tryna figure out what the f*ck I wanna do so I can feel me On a beat shit I’m just too filthy Gotta make it muhfucker so you feel me If you wanna f*ck around We could bust a couple rounds But you’ll prolly tucker out after two beats And I know that for a fact motherfucker Feeling you none, so get back motherfucker You’re not even good, you can’t rap motherfucker I hate to see your name on a track motherfucker (Yo, listen to him) (Damion chill the f*ck out) Nah man I’ll bug out Yo grab me the gun dawg, laugh now I don’t think you wanna do it If you did you would do it But you looking like a bitch with your music Worse than HiVibes And I lied Look man there’s just nothing to it It doesn’t take much Just a little bit of good influence Just a little bit of talent And all the big shit I been through it But I been feeling like Bojack But I’m the wicker man Yo ONE I’m off this beat I fucking killed it man Fucking, just killed it man, like Come f*ck with me if you can do it but you can't I know you muhfuckers prolly pissing your pants Muhfucker do a little jig, dance I dont know