L.O.T.W.

Lyrics

[Intro] You have officially entered the Land of The Wicked If you should end up dead d-d-during your journey, it's not okay As, um, as you have a marvelous day [Verse 1: Bukshot] Everyday is more and more Wack kids say they Horrorcore Say they do it for the sport Honestly I'm sort of sore Sink your ships overboard Hit 'em all door to door Fuck 'em dead like morbid boards Leave 'em wet, go to war Time to forget what you've been told What you've learned, what you know Pressing' rewind look in my soul My spirit is frozen cold Got my hands all around they throats Cut 'em all down like a pound of blow Hang 'em by their feet, let 'em bleed out slow Livin' life wicked is all I know [Bridge 1: Bukshot] Yeah, you know what it is. I'm sittin' back watchin' these fake motherfuckers actin' like they're somethin' that I know they not. I think the time has come to chin check these bitches and let 'em know they're playing a dangerous game [Chorus: Bukshot] "Step into my parlor", said the spider to the fly (Spider to the fly) Many have attempted but they've never left alive (Left alive) Nobody's made it out but step up if you wanna try (If you wanna try) My killers put yo cleavers and machetes to the sky like Whoomp! Whoomp! That shiny blade is stickin' like Whoomp! Whoomp! The chopper out, I spit it like Whoomp! Whoomp! All these cool kids go and get it These bitches scared to kick it in the Land of The Wicked [Verse 2: Bukshot] I'm off that wicked gangster killing shit Weirdos know I'm real in this Hit this blood, I'm spillin' it Hope you killers feelin' this Open up my arsenal, chop you into particles Don't forget I'm fluent in the arts of the dark carnival Step to The M.O.B and catch that blade Take a long look at the pain I make Eyes closed shut, life starts to fade Everybody step to the death parade I will in no way be paid Give a middle finger, smile and wave Drag somebody inside my cave Like Jeepers Creepers, I don't play [Interlude 2: Bukshot] I'm tired of running into these rappers who act like they're hard as shit. Talkin', spittin' bars like they some gangstas. You ain't no fuckin' murderers. I run these streets with real killers and gangstas. And they ain't nothin' like y'all! [Chorus: Bukshot] "Step into my parlor", said the spider to the fly (Spider to the fly) Many have attempted but they've never left alive (Left alive) Nobody's made it out but step up if you wanna try (If you wanna try) My killers put yo cleavers and machetes to the sky like Whoomp! Whoomp! That shiny blade is stickin' like Whoomp! Whoomp! The chopper out, I spit it like Whoomp! Whoomp! All these cool kids go and get it These bitches scared to kick it in the Land of The Wicked [Verse 3: Bukshot] I'm a felon with an AR-15, hatchet and a pump Got a cleaver, a machete, and some choppers that'll dump Got a Jason mask that's on my lap, oh shit I heard a clunk Never mind, I forgot I grabbed this punk and threw him in my trunk The M.O.B. said they don't mix no, put a Super Soaker with gasoline Spray everybody with a hot .44 with a vengeance you ain't ever seen Burn 'em all up and not for show Got 'em jumpin' up and down like trampolines Sicker than they ought to go For the honor and the sake of my family [Interlude 3: Bukshot] I've not one of these rappers that's just gonna talk about what I'm gonna do. If I feel like I've been disrespected by another rapper, then when we see each other it's going down. It don't matter if it's backstage, onstage or right inside of your fuckin' tour bus! [Chorus: Bukshot] "Step into my parlor", said the spider to the fly (Spider to the fly) Many have attempted but they've never left alive (Left alive) Nobody's made it out but step up if you wanna try (If you wanna try) My killers put yo cleavers and machetes to the sky like Whoomp! Whoomp! That shiny blade is stickin' like Whoomp! Whoomp! The chopper out, I spit it like Whoomp! Whoomp! All these cool kids go and get it These bitches scared to kick it in the Land of The Wicked "Step into my parlor", said the spider to the fly (Spider to the fly) Many have attempted but they've never left alive (Left alive) Nobody's made it out but step up if you wanna try (If you wanna try) My killers put yo cleavers and machetes to the sky like Whoomp! Whoomp! That shiny blade is stickin' like Whoomp! Whoomp! The chopper out, I spit it like Whoomp! Whoomp! All these cool kids go and get it These bitches scared to kick it in the Land of The Wicked