[Intro: JP Tha Hustler]
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[Verse 1: Zodeak]
Anton LaVey of rap, you can call me Zodeak
I don't need a gun just to send you where the Devil at
Roll my eyes back, speaking in tongues
Then you die in a car crash, you and your son
This a no-fly zone kid, your wings will melt like Icarus
What you spit’s ridiculous, I'll snatch you from delivеrance
God hates it when you stеal the sheep from his flock
But I'm the wolf who grabs ’em by his teeth and tears 'em apart (Yeah)
I only drink the blood of the lamb son
My whole fanbase full of Sycho Sid's
I'm hearing voices like Randy Orton saying that you're not important
Fucking with this demon, you can get your life shortened
Turn your chest into a knife holder, your life's over
Get excited at the slight odor of fear
Your order is here, my hellfire will solder and sear
All of you sreknaw what you saying now? Fuck out of here (Fuck out of here)
[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler & Ferny Fern]
I get's wicked, yeah, yes I do
I get's wicked, yeah, how about you?
I get’s wicked, yeah, me and my crew
I get’s wicked, 'bout to murder all of you
I get’s wicked, yeah, yes I do
I get's wicked, yeah, how about you?
I get's wicked, yeah, me and my crew
I get's wicked, ’bout to murder all of you
[Verse 2: Ferny Fern]
Walk up in your house with a pocket full of bullets
You sleeping on the couch, this pistol, I pull it
I aim it, I squeeze it, I'm leaving you dead
I'll make me a sandwich then sleep in your bed
I'm a sick one, spit one out for the fun
I love me some blood, I can't wait to cum
On the body, a hottie, a naughty spectacle
If you wanna find the darkness then let us go
Let's go down the rabbit hole and find us some drugs
Yeah, anything can happen in a world so fucked
So fucked like I'm living in a looney bin
I should strangle myself just to let them in
All the voices they say "Run"
I don't even really listen to them
I don't even really listen to myself
All I know is that I'm wicked and need help
[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler & FernyFerny]
I get's wicked, yeah, yes I do
I get's wicked, yeah, how about you?
I get's wicked, yeah, me and my crew
I get's wicked, 'bout to murder all of you
I get's wicked, yeah, yes I do
I get's wicked, yeah, how about you?
I get's wicked, yeah, me and my crew
I get's wicked, 'bout to murder all of you
[Verse 3: Suspicion & Roach SPLF]
Breaking down walls, various bones in your face
Choking on your teeth, tell me how your blood tests
Double cross DNC, GRE, you insane (Uh uh)
We as wicked like some weights around your ankles in a lake like
Wear your swim attire, you as wicked as I
They try to throw us down to Hell but only give us one supply
Yeah, let me get at 'em, let me get at 'em real quick
Roach SPLF bitch, rah, rah, rah, rah
Midwest stoner set, chronic licking Beastmode Warriors merking shit we'll destroy you
I adjust these syllables till they hitting critical mass
Killing you brats, I'm a villain in fact
Packing a diligent gat
I'm a million brilliant degenerate diligent lads
Ah, who the fuck am I fooling? I'm just a hooligan drowning in booze again
Drowning in booze again, working on music and
[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler & FernyFerny]
I get's wicked, yeah, yes I do
I get's wicked, yeah, how about you?
I get's wicked, yeah, me and my crew
I get's wicked, 'bout to murder all of you
I get's wicked, yeah, yes I do
I get's wicked, yeah, how about you?
I get's wicked, yeah, me and my crew
I get's wicked, 'bout to murder all of you
[Verse 4: Mista Doesha]
Mental issues got me thinking I'm supposed to light a match
Put it in a bag of TNT and watch the body splat
Took a boat across the water, twenty people was aboard
Cut the power, start a fire, lit 'em up cause I was bored
Mista Doesha also known as Mister-Put-Em-On-A-Grill
Take a little piggy, roast 'em till that little piggy squeal
Put a joker in a smoker till he's coughing up a lung
Feed his pieces to his mother, baby mama and his son
Blame ‘em, blame 'em, who can blame 'em? It's so beautiful to go
Cut the skin up off a lumberjack and wear it when it's cold
You can say I'm fucking crazy, just a little, no, a lot
Stole a firetruck and burn it up in a parking lot
Murder, murder, like to burn 'em, other killers use a gun
Put a pole right through the body, keep on turning till it's done
See the smoke for many miles, all the bodies bring the flies
Petting on a timber wolf, only feed him human eyes
