{two hotties listening to "extacy" in their car on the way to a rave.} Girl this my song. I can't wait to get to that rave, oh, it's gon' be awesome. (Girl I know) Girl, did you roll down the window or something, it's cold. (Oh, oh my God.) Oh your God what? (Julie, we're running out of gas) Girl, what you mean we running out of gas? (We're running out of gas) Come on now, we done passed three gas stations, we could have stopped at anyone of them (I know, I just thought we would make it) Oh my goodness girl, look, we are in bum fuck egypt, uh uh. Girl, where is my cell phone? Oh shit my cell phone is dead. Girl, you got your cell phone? {tries to start car.} Start, baby start. Start.) Girl, Lord. (C'mon start, start.) Girl we out of gas, it ain't gon' start. You got triple A? (Yeah) Okay, c'mon we just gon go up there to the house. {gets out of car heading to the house} (Girl, that place looks creepy, are you sure about this?) Girl, I don't know but it's better that sitting out here in this car, c'mon (I guess you're right.) C'mon (You in the nut right?) Yeah, yeah (Okay cool, cool) {knocks on door} I know we missing the rave, damn. (It ain't my fault) {knocks and door creeks open} (Girl, did you see that) Hello? Hello? is anyone here? (Girl, c'mon) Hello? (I don't think no one's here) Well, let's try 'look for a phone then, hello? (Girl, look at the... uh uh) Girl, uh uh, just stick with me girl (We got to get out of here) Hello? (Girl, this the phone, fuck, come on, girl you here that? We ain't even seeing that. Listen! Girl, what is that? What the fuck? Oh my God) Girl, let's get out of here! {door closes as the girls are screaming as the night consumes them.}
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We's be wicked cause we want to (Pirates) We stay wicked cause we want to (Pirates) We's be wicked we want to/ Wicket Knieghts... {girls screaming}
Cyco Bitch (LaReece)
In here's Cycho bitch, the freak of nature, the one that's quick to shaker/ Poke an eater in your weenie and deflate ya/ I'm such a horny devil, I'm on the another level nigga know no more and I'm on a singular level/ I'm wicked, you get it if I take my weapon, stick it up where the sun don't shine if you don't mind/ I thought the 187 was a crime? I'm your thriller, milla in manilla/ 187 on that ass I'm a killa/ You'll be the victim, I hunt you in the dark and I'll be the beast that's about to strike, wicked
You might see somethin' wicked if you looked into my eye/ You probably could see the moon and stars fallin' from the sky/ You might even see resurrection and a dead corpse arise, or you could see your own murder would you like/ Cause your next to die, die, die/ Remember to stay in the house cause if we catch you after dark, dark, dark we'll peel you and kill you and leave you in the park, park, park/ We run the night, night, night so wicked, so wicked, so wicked, so wicked/ Murda, murda, murda/ Kill, kill, kill/ Fall! All my enemies bleedin' not breathin' what's the deal? Where's the reefer? I'll see you in the darkness/ Blah! Knieght Rieduz on that ass, you will never see the sun
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Availabe on the Knieght Rieduz album Tha' Undaland (2005)