Back To My Wicked Ways ft. Wicked*Royalty Lyrics

Struggling hustling, got no time for bitches fussing when I'm hustling

And stuffing my pockets full of this money ain't no bluffing

Never faking about your life I be talking

Who do you think you're fucking with I'll blow your head up out this bitch

I load it, cock it back, splatter your brains don't turn your back

I run this and call this, Wicked living fearless

I spark this and smoke this blunt until I'm high bitch

Fuck riches and glory, let me tell you my story

I got those Wicked styles that got you acting devilish

Trigger happy creeping through the dark, ready to empty out this full clip

And I don't miss, and I'm Two Six, and I'm heartless, and regardless

Who start this I'll paint these suckas up like I'm an artist

It must me all theses voices in my head, saying they want you dead

Until my mind snap now I'm going back

Oh no, I'm back to my wicked ways

I'm going back to them darker days

Oh no, I'm back to my wicked ways

I'm going back to them darker days

Oh no, I'm back to my wicked ways

I'm going back to them darker days

Oh no, I'm back to my wicked ways

I'm going back to them darker days

And there's no turning back from here, I'm breaking out of the terrorist cell

Time for you to burn into the infernal pitch blackness of hell

Fleeting quick, through the abyss, your peacefulness is completely stripped

Not pleading the 5th, I'm bleeding the kids, pulverizing you worthless pieces of shit

Step 1, you drink candle wax till it blocks your windpipe and you can't breathe

Step 2, light the wax, burn you alive from the inside so you can't scream

Doctors perforate power drills through the skull, million needles poking out of them

To bloodstain the backrooms, where I loom eating bone calcium and stolen Valium

I blink morse code and bring unyielding weather killing what's impossible

Make the tornado return to Joplin, hostile and inhospitable

The vortex ejects glass so fast, your ass is shredded into negative mass

Until a crucifix made of your organs is embedded, made in the grass

The centerpiece is centipedes eating broken hearts from too many whores

Abort me and smash me on the floor 'cause I can't even function anymore