Keep it wicked like six 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.

I got an axe in my hand bitch 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 hell spawn
And posses a mother fucker 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 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
Consisted like residual horse like them
Wicked wanna be's with fires and bloody corpse
We stay eternal vampuric 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 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.
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.

That's wicked!