Wicked
Bizarre feat. King Gordy & Twiztid Lyrics

Keep it wicked like six witches five skulls in one kettle
We will keep our music dark and twisted, like a cauldron filled with witches and skulls bubbling over a blazing fire.

Let it boil til it scorch then burn the instrumental people kill
We'll let our sound simmer and intensify until it's so hot it scorches the singers, and listeners will feel the energy and want to destroy everything around them.

We the hottest since temperature been arised
Our music is the hottest thing out there, and we've been sizzling for a long time.

As we take theses microphones and blacken both your eyes.
We'll take over the rap game and blind our competition with our fierce and wicked rhymes.

I got an axe in my hand bitch what
I'm holding an axe as a symbol of my unrelenting power and willingness to inflict harm.

I don't chatter from the talkin' in my head
I won't be distracted by the voices in my head or let them control my actions.

Telling me to make the blood splatter climbing up a ladder
The voices are urging me to cause bloody mayhem, like climbing up a ladder and spilling someone's blood.

And I hang 'em on a hook diabolical on every life I took.
I'm a sick individual who gets pleasure from killing people and hanging their bodies on metal hooks.

Travel underground in the fire like hell spawn
I'm like a spawn of Satan who travels underground amidst flames and fire.

And posses a mother fucker to murder ya on ya lawn
I can possess someone and make them kill you on your own property.

Pick up a cellphone tell the devil your coming home
I can summon the devil and let him know I'm on my way to hell.

But I keep getting disconnected because my minds on roam
I can't stay focused on my task because my mind keeps wandering.

Everybody dies when your fucking with psychos
If you mess with us crazy individuals, you will meet your end.

All alone at midnight might slice your throat
I might sneak up on you when you're by yourself in the dark and cut your throat from ear to ear.

Sick and deranged words are irrelevant
Normal language is useless when attempting to describe how twisted and demented we are.

Knife cuts clean through the skin to the skeleton
Our blades are so sharp they slice through skin like butter, exposing the bone underneath.

Consisted like residual horse like them
Our music is consistent and resembles the haunting sounds of horses in the distance.

Wicked wanna be's with fires and bloody corpse
We see others trying to copy our dark style, but they can't match our level of intensity and brutality.

We stay eternal vampuric when you hear it
Our music has a vampiric quality that will always remain, even when it's just a memory.

As it seeping through the speakers trying to grab hold of your spirit
Our music is so powerful it can grab hold of your soul and refuse to let go.

Split tongue sick one
We are twisted individuals with a gift for articulating our devilish thoughts.

I'll spit some moonlight with shadows of lost souls
Our lyrics will be as eerie and otherworldly as the light of the moon and the shadows of the dead who haunt us.

And victims parish in the heart of the darkness
People will fall prey to our twisted schemes and die in the depths of darkness.

I'm heartless and I don't have a conscious to start with
We're completely desensitized to violence and don't have a shred of morality.

I'm marked with an axe as a symbol of greatness
We use an axe as a symbol of our awesome power and undeniable greatness.

To hate this would only explain all of your fakeness
If you don't like our music, it just means you're not real enough to understand it.

Watch me blaze this place with the strike of a match
We'll light this place up and destroy everything in our path with nothing but a match and some gasoline.

And disappear in the form of a bat.
After wreaking havoc, we'll disappear into the night like a bat vanishing into the darkness.

The Wickeds keep it vertical control and the horizontal and vertical
We have complete control over both the horizontal and vertical axes, meaning we're in charge of all directions both on the ground and in the air.

On the path of the pinnacle of my sinister ritual
Our music is leading us down an ever more twisted path, and we're embracing it wholeheartedly.

I'm dangerous repaticious like Deja vu meaning
We're so dangerous and unpredictable that each time someone encounters us, it feels like they've been there before in a weird sense of deja vu.

I've been there before and already know what Imma do
Because we've explored such depths of darkness before, we're confident in our twisted plans and already know what we'll do to achieve them.

Falling fast the furious wins seeing faces on the wall
We're charging ahead at full speed, and we'll see the faces of our victims on the walls around us.

Laced with hideous grins eyes blinking at me lips moving
Even in death, our victims will smile with a hideous grin and their eyes will blink at us as if to mock and accuse us.

Counting the sins a million arms at the bottom all waving me on in.
We'll be counting the sins we've committed, while a million arms from the depths of hell will be waving us on, pushing us deeper and darker into the abyss.

That's wicked!
In summary, our music is dark, twisted, violent, and depraved. If you don't like it, you just can't handle the intense and wicked energy we bring to the table.