[Madrox]
Keep it wicked like 6 witches five skulls in one kettle let it boil
til it scorch then burn the instrumental people kill
we the hottest since temperature been arised
as we take theses microphones and blacken both your eyes.
[Monoxide]
I got an axe in my hand b**** what I don't chatter from the talkin'
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 posses a m************
to murder ya on ya lawn pick up a cellphone tell the devil your coming home
but I keep getting disconnected because my minds on roam everybody dies
when your f****** 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 consisted like residual horse
like them wicked wanna bes with fires and b***** corpse
we stay eternal vampuric when you hear it as it seeping
through the speakers trying to grab hold of your spirit
[Monoxide]
Split tounge sick one I'll spit some moonlight with shadows of lost souls
and victims parish in the heart of the darkness I'm heartless
and I don't have a conscious to start with i'm marked with an axe
as a symbol of greatness to hate this would 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 Wickeds keep it vertical control and the horizontal
and vertical on the path of the pinnacle of my sinister ritual
I'm dangerous repaticious like Deja vu meaning I've been there before
and already know what Imma 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 all waving me on in.
THATS WICKED
Keep it wicked like 6 witches five skulls in one kettle let it boil
til it scorch then burn the instrumental people kill
we the hottest since temperature been arised
as we take theses microphones and blacken both your eyes.
[Monoxide]
I got an axe in my hand b**** what I don't chatter from the talkin'
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 posses a m************
to murder ya on ya lawn pick up a cellphone tell the devil your coming home
but I keep getting disconnected because my minds on roam everybody dies
when your f****** 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 consisted like residual horse
like them wicked wanna bes with fires and b***** corpse
we stay eternal vampuric when you hear it as it seeping
through the speakers trying to grab hold of your spirit
[Monoxide]
Split tounge sick one I'll spit some moonlight with shadows of lost souls
and victims parish in the heart of the darkness I'm heartless
and I don't have a conscious to start with i'm marked with an axe
as a symbol of greatness to hate this would 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 Wickeds keep it vertical control and the horizontal
and vertical on the path of the pinnacle of my sinister ritual
I'm dangerous repaticious like Deja vu meaning I've been there before
and already know what Imma 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 all waving me on in.
THATS WICKED