Poor wicked, kidz an orphon cuz no one cares bout him,
Even BET throw out hiz stuff and turn their back round him.
Im sippin the life outta wicked like the capri sun, coco rum?,
Hiz shit iz wicked, but slang leavez like the fall so he's second to none.
Wicked can get the crowd jumping, if ya know wut i mean,
Everything is going fine, until the springs broke on the trampoline.
Therez no chance wicked will come original, his shit is boring,
And i dont need a sign, cuz your name already gives me the warning.
Call him scotch tape, cuz that mixtape never seemed to happen,
Man you get tossed out more than clothes in a hamper.

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Hez back with a vengeance.