2 Wycked Lyrics

The name's Carl, Brutananadilewski

Rolling two deep, 2 wycked in my 2-seat

Live in a house by the aqua teen kids

With oil in the driveway that looks like Gee Whiz

Faces or brains? It's not important

Call into Terry for black market organs

Or cosmetic surgery if you pack extra baggage

Fixin up the The Supremo package

Me and 6-4, we know rapping

Bringin Meatwad if the beef start scrapping

I babysit dolls, see what I teach em

All sorts of badness, I didn't even feed them

Late night booty calls needing no rehearsal

That's information that you get in a commercial

Pool out back, and now that it's settled

I haven't done a thing about the pH levels

Yeah I wrote that, it's called: I wanna rock your body

And then in parenthesis it says: to the break of dawn

Thats beautiful, it's like poetry

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Home all alone, won't come out of his shell

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Got a pool in the back, but this ain't the hotel

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Reppin New Jers, sorry bout the smell

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Listen up kids I got a story to tell

The name's Carl, I was bald as a kid

And worked overtime on asbestos gigs

Lived with my dad, my Christmas - bad

My gift was some carpet that wasn't even shag

Super spore episode, I'm the head honcho

Giving self-help tapes to Travis of the cosmos

401k, and it's really helping

Arms ripped off by the fake Willie Nelson

Do or die, who am I, failed out of junior high

Suicide, pro when I flow with the Mooninites

Foreigner belt, no need for a gun

They stole all my stuff, tried to sell me the sun

You're hot blooded, check it make it hot

I don't need no instructions to know how to ROCK

Sent right back in a hurry to lift off

I put the smack DOWN on Err and Inignokt

Wait a second, is that from the '83 tour

Ya, I saw those guys in the metal lands with Brian Adams

That was a kick ass show

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Home all alone, won't come out of his shell

C - A - R - L

Got a pool in the back, but this ain't the hotel

C - A - R - L

Reppin New Jers, sorry bout the smell

C - A - R - L

Listen up kids i got a story to tell

The name's Carl, C to the B

Giving 8-cent tips, seem pretty cheap

Of course living next to the Aqua Teen freaks

My property's destroyed every single week

Eaten by termites or crushed by an egg so

One time my house got stolen by a rainbow

Each new thing is the strangest of all

9-1-1 stopped taking my calls

Been clowned, been scammed, crushed my voyage

My body was destroyed by Frylocke's toilet

A total recarl, turn the fear up

With eyeballs for legs, my thighs will tear up

Speakin of tears there was once I cried

When I lost Svetlana, my mail order bride

If taken the wrong way, it might sound gay but

Me and cup there were, uh, co-fiancées

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Home all alone, won't come out of his shell

C - A - R - L

Got a pool in the back, but this ain't the hotel

C - A - R - L

Reppin New Jers, sorry bout the smell

C - A - R - L

Listen up kids I got a story to tell

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Listen up kids I got a story to tell