That's Wicked - Twiztid

«The daring daylight escape of the two convicted murderers, dope pushers,

crossed the lines of two prison guards, and surprisingly, the life of a German

Shepherd.»

«Yeah I’ve seen guys with their heads cut off, blown up, burnt, shot, stabbed,

poisoned, hanged, run over by trains, cars blown off, I mean fucking you name

it, I’ve seen it.»

We assumed you wanted our official apologies, along with the body

Keep it wicked like six witches, five skulls in one kettle

Let it boil till it scorch and burn the instrumental

Fever kill, we the hottest, your temperature has been arised

As we take these microphones and then blacken up both your eyes

I got an axe in my hand, bitch, when I don’t chatter

From the talking in my head telling me to make the blood splatter

Climbing up a ladder and I hang em on a hook

Diabolical on every life I took

Travel underground in the fire like hellspawn

And possess a motherfucker to murder ya on ya lawn

Pick up a cellphone tell the devil you coming home

But I keep getting disconnected cause my minds on roam

Everybody dies when your fucking with psychos

All alone at midnight, might slice your throat

Sick and deranged words are irrelevant

Knife cuts clean through the skin to the skeleton

Consistent like residual whores

Like them wicked wannabe’s with flyers and bloody corpse

We stay eternal vampiric when you hear it

As it seeping through the speakers, trying to grab hold of your spirit

Split tongue, sick one, I’ll spit some

Moonlight with shadows of lost souls and victims

Parish in the heart of my darkness

I’m heartless and I don’t have a concious to start with

I’m marked with an X as a symbol of greatness

To hate this will only explain all of your fakeness

Watch me blaze this place with the strike of a match

And disappear in the form of a bat

The wicked’s keep it vertigo

Control and the horizontal and vertical

On the path of the pinnacle of my sinister ritiual

I’m dangerous, repetitious like Déjà Vu

Meaning I’ve been here before and already know what I’mma do

Falling fast, the furious wins

Seeing faces on the wall laced with hideous grins

Eyes blinking at me, lips moving, counting the sins

A million arms at the bottom are waving me all in

THAT’S WICKED