Routine Murder

Lyrics

[Chorus: Wicked Sick] It's a routine, scoping busters out with the red beam (Murder) It's a routine It's a routine, scoping busters out with the red beam (Murder) It's a routine It's a routine, scoping busters out with the red beam (Murder) It's a routine It's a routine, scoping busters out with the red beam Smoking Blue Dream It's a routine, it's a routine [Verse 1: Kaoz] Fucking around with the demon inside of me Will he be laying face-down on the earth? Open the pit into Hades, I know that it's crazy but fuck it, I'm stuck with this curse Empty hole that is sitting six feet deep, I'm so anxious to toss yo body inside Covered in dirt, you will turn into earth so your body nobody will ever find Smoking the blunts that are full of crystals Try to contain our rage 'cause I got fist-full's Turn your city into burials, met with Death next to me blood dripping off of his sickle Just execute you, no need for a trial Leaving the bodies stacked up into piles Cover the corpses I've left in the vaults and the gasoline fire will be seen for miles Ashes from corpses all that will be left Keep the heart that I ripped out of your chest Now, I have full control over your soul, it's the last little bit of you left I just Torch the roommate or you're end of our mission We're taking lives, we advise you to listen I give a fuck if your Muslim or Christian The prophecy labels you all forgiven [Chorus: Wicked Sick] It's a routine, scoping busters out with the red beam (Murder) It's a routine It's a routine, scoping busters out with the red beam (Murder) It's a routine It's a routine, scoping busters out with the red beam (Murder) It's a routine It's a routine, scoping busters out with the red beam Smoking Blue Dream It's a routine, it's a routine [Verse 2: Spliff] Demons all up in my head, telling me leave these busters dead Scoping these ruptures with infrared Sipping this potion until I can't stand Now, I'm ready for this thing, pull the mask over my face Put this Glock up to your dome, have you said your prayers today? It don't matter, brains gon' splatter Paint a picture with my cannon Feel sadistic but autistic, think I'll place you on my canvas (Bloody murder) I'ma serve 'em like a waiter too, I'm patient too I'm chasing you forever, realize their love ain't saving you Now rest, you'll be floating with the spirits soon and I'll be waiting in the pits of hell ready to welcome you Building up this army, ready to take over the planet Kaotic Klique, Villaination, things about to get psychopathic Can you stand it or fall? It's raining blood on you all These creatures come when they called And it's our time on earth, so, just bow down now, we are your gods And we ain't playing no more, it's time to settle the score I got one question for you, are you bitches ready for war? [Chorus: Wicked Sick] It's a routine, scoping busters out with the red beam (Murder) It's a routine It's a routine, scoping busters out with the red beam (Murder) It's a routine It's a routine, scoping busters out with the red beam (Murder) It's a routine It's a routine, scoping busters out with the red beam Smoking Blue Dream It's a routine, it's a routine [Verse 3: Villain] Psychopathic, schizophrenic, in a rage Hear demonic voices tell me to blow your brains through the front page Of the newspaper mane, washing away your remains with the acid rain Leaving no trace of blood stains in the aftermath (Murder) It's so coldly calculated, some call it math (Yes) Multiplying and divide your body parts like a psychopath I couldn't stop it even though I wanted to Sick and twisted thoughts coming from the Devil make me do the things I do (Murder) It's almost like a routine, scoping busters out with the infrared beam Smoking Blue Dream, itching for a killing like a beam Popping heads off like I'm popping jelly beans I'm hungry mane [Chorus: Wicked Sick] It's a routine, scoping busters out with the red beam (Murder) It's a routine It's a routine, scoping busters out with the red beam (Murder) It's a routine It's a routine, scoping busters out with the red beam (Murder) It's a routine It's a routine, scoping busters out with the red beam Smoking Blue Dream It's a routine, it's a routine (Murder)