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Uh, wickey wild wild Wicky wicky wild Wickey wild, wicky wicky wild wild wild west, Jim West, desperado, rough rider No you don't want nada None of this, six gun in this, brotha runnin' this, Buffalo soldier, look it's like I told ya Any damsel that's in distress Be out of that dress when she meet Jim West Rough neck so go check the law and abide Watch your step , we'll flex and get a hole in your side Swallow your pride, don't let your lip react, You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at, With all of this, from the start of this, Runnin' the game, James West tamin' the west so remember the name Now who ya gonna call? Not the G.B.'s Now who you gon' call? J double A G If you have a riff with, people wanna bust, break out! Before you get bum-rushed at the (Wild Wild West) When I roll into the (Wild Wild West) When I stroll into the (Wild Wild West) When I bounce into the (Wild Wild West) Sisqo, Sisqo We going straight to the Wild Wild West We going straight to the Wild Wild West Now, now, now, now once upon a time in the west Mad man lost his drat mind in the west Loveless, kidnap a dime, nothin' less Now I must put his behind to the test (Can you feel me?) Then through the shadows, in the saddle, ready for battle Bring all your boys in, here come the poison Behind my back, all the riffin' ya did, Front and center, now where ya lip at kid? Who dat is? A mean brotha, bad for your health Lookin' drat good though, if I could say it myself Told me Loveless is a mad man, but I don't fear that Got mad weapons too, ain't tryin' to hear that Tryin' to bring down me, the champion When y'all clowns gon' see that it can't be done Understand me son, I'm the slickest they is, I'm the quickest as they is, did I say I'm the slickest they is So if you barking up the wrong tree we comin', don't be startin' nothin' Me and my partner gonna test your chest, Loveless Can't stand the heat then get out the Wild Wild West We going straight to (when I roll into the) the Wild Wild West (When I stroll into the) We going straight to (when I bounce into the) the Wild Wild West We going straight to the Wild Wild West We going straight to the Wild Wild West Yeah, can you feel it, c'mon c'mon, yeah Keep it movin', keep it movin' ooh yeah To any outlaw tryin' to draw, thinkin' you're bad, Any draw on West best with a pen and a pad, Don't even think about it, six gun, weighin' a ton, 10 paces and turn, just for fun, son, Up till sundown, rolling around, See where the bad guys ought to be found and make 'em lay down, The defenders of the west, Crushin' on pretenders in the west, Don't mess with us 'cause we're in the (Wild Wild West) Going straight to the Wild Wild West We going straight to the Wild Wild West We going straight to the Wild Wild West We going straight to the Wild Wild West We going straight to the Wild Wild West We going straight to the Wild Wild West, c'mon (Wild Wild West) When I roll into the (Wild Wild West) (When I stroll into the) We going straight to the Wild Wild (The Wild Wild West) (The Wild, Wild West) Woo, uh (The Wild, Wild West) Ha ha ha ha (The Wild, Wild West) Uh Dru, Dru (The Wild, Wild West) I done done it again y'all done done it again (The Wild, Wild West) Ha ha ha ha (The Wild, Wild West) Big Will, Dru Hill, uh (The Wild, Wild West) Big Will, Dru Hill ha ha ha ha (The Wild, Wild West) The Wild Wild West (The Wild, Wild West) Uh (The Wild, Wild West) One time (The Wild, Wild West) Uh, (The Wild, Wild West) The wild wild west bring in the heat, bring in the Heat, what? (Wild Wild West) (The Wild, Wild West) The wild wild wicky wickidy wild wild wild wickidy wild wild Wickidy wild wild, the wickidy wickidy wickidy wickidy (The Wild, Wild West) (The Wild, Wild West) (The Wild, Wild West) (The Wild, Wild West) Can't stop the bum-rush, The wild wild (The Wild, Wild West) Read more: Will Smith - Wild Wild West Lyrics | MetroLyrics
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Outlaw wearing a skull balaclava and shiny metal disk on his forehead: Carthaginian Dead Baby Joke Makers ftw, mother fucker *pumps shotgun suggestively* Mean Hombre with bandolier and stethoscope: The hell you say... this Waffle House is Renegade Bat Pussy Smuggler turf *draws suspiciously long barreled revolver from waistband* Will Smith: Uh, wickey wild wild 
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Vastarien posted:Need to send The Boz in to clean that poo poo up. They should send the guy in a tent and denim vest behind a chain link fence eating corn out of a can in the 90's probably
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Decrepus posted:Aunt Tomiqua 
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