Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That's Wicked, artist - Twiztid. Date of issue: 11.04.2010
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 |