Twiztid - That’s Wicked lyrics
[Twiztid - That’s Wicked lyrics]
"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
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