Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wolf Creek Pt. II, artist - Schizo.
Date of issue: 07.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Wolf Creek Pt. II |
Let’s not get it twisted |
I’m mental and I’m wicked |
I never need assistance turning bodies into liquids |
Hands around your throat squeeze your neck air restricted |
The key to bagging bodies in the game is my consistence |
I’m a fuckin killa with the 9 inside your face |
Burnin flesh for the fun Im keeping murder in my veins |
Fuckin with my demons but they tell me that the devil lies |
Soul reside im deep inside of all hell fire |
Jig with the saw im hound without a muzzle |
You a dog on a leash, you a jig without a puzzlе |
Caught a double homi but u know I killed a dozen |
You will not find a body Jеffrey dahmer is my cousin |
When I was only 6, I would always play with scissors |
I’d only play the game when I can murder all my victims |
Emphasis on six, I only fuck with triple digits |
And if I miss the stick then I just pull the fucken trigger |
Legally insane, hallucinate these fucken demons |
They whisper evil thoughts, the darkness tells me I need treatment |
They feed me fucken pills, strap me up inside a box |
So I don’t get the urge to fucken murder like I want |
SCHIZO out the cell, but still been havin evil thoughts |
Find a victim in a cross, take the skin and rip it off |
I go off, and grab a hostage |
I put a 12 to his head and blow it off ‘em |
Burnin down the churches cause they all runnin by a cult |
Usin dono money, and they pass it as a miracle |
That is why i’m cynical, your head on my Pedestal |
Hauntin for some blood, we the wolves from the Underworld |
Go insane, is the make up of all of the elements of my brain |
Tellin my demons i’m plannin to feed ‘em |
I’m feedin ‘em off of the pain |
But nothin in this life will ever be a guarantee |
Cause you dropped the seed |
Separatin Adam from the Eve |
What a soulless deed |
World is fillin wit apologies |
Mental patients wit no patience, lookin in biology |
Cannibalistic murders, some of the names you heard of |
Dahmer, Albert, Gibson |
Finishin up their meals in the kitchen |