[Intro: 1K Phew & Chris Kirkpatrick]
Ah!
Hey Vicky, you're so, so icky (Aye, C, we might as well keep goin' at this point)
Just the thought of being around, you makes me oh so sicky
Icky Vicky, Icky Vicky, Icky Vicky, Icky Vicky (I forgot to tell y'all the album done, c'mon!)

[Verse: 1K Phew]
Devil, you icky
Tried to send the police to get me
Got caught with a seven, Mike Vicky
Thank God they ain't find that blicky
I ain't gotta act no corn to get some bread, I'm way too jiffy
I ain't tryna go sit in the back when I'm in church, I'm way too spiffy
I'm fresh, get the Holy Ghost when I dress
Coming like Fred Hammond, when I'm in the field I'm blessed
Give it to the Lord, say less
Ain't nobody perfect, just try your best
Yeah, God is best
I put it on Flavor Fest
I put it on Kanye West
I believe that we gon' win, yeah, fourth quarter, up by ten
Heard you want God to save you, Daniel
Better stop all that lying, then
Still got a word in the clip, for real
Every night I been grindin'
Lemme just make my toast right now, it's our time (Cling!)
Let the choir sing
God is with me, that's my pew-pew
I don't even need no babysitter
And I just told you I got drip, they call me Long Jonah Silver
First place, we ain't comin' in silver
Gospel rap is back