That's Wicked

"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 [Madrox] 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 [Monoxide] 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 [Madrox] 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 [Monoxide] 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 [Madrox] 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