Serial Killin

Lyrics

[Intro: SickTanicK] Yo, yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: SickTanicK] I'm like a dead corpse comin' out a Lucio Fulci movie I do an invocation and I let the spirits go through me I like to murder with icepicks, it's necessity An object of blasphemy like Freddy Krueger in your dreams My favorite serial killers include Ed Gein, Albert Fish, and a motherfucker named Gacy And like them I'm leaving bodies mutilated I'm like GG Allin and I'm hated in the nation [Verse 2: Two Clipz] I stomp my foot, body hunter making thunder And just in case you don't know I'm one of the Seven Wonders I'm spitting some of the coldest lines in this rap game Not doin' hip-hop shit, man, it all sounds the same You'll never catch me rappin' about the chains that I got The money or the cars, man, I'd rather hear the gun pop I'd rather talk about dead bodies, fuck it, been that real Every line that I bust, it's a cap that I peel [Verse 3: Sniper 13] Possessed soldier and I'm bleedin' from the grave I pitched live hand grenades in the middle of your rave No soul to save, the devil's slave Don't talk shit unless you wanna get brave Sniper thirteen, the SKR trigger man Got the grunts with the War Torn clan Machete in hand, I kill all that I can I dominate the battlefield to No Man's Land [Verse 4: War Torn] One bullet at a time I just caught you in the mind The sniper motherfucker you can never find My lyrics boom, artillery strikes Serial killin' soldier until the day I die War Torn grunts, masters of death I won't stop killin' 'til no one's left With Sniper 13, I'm never alone These fields of war we call our home [Verse 5: Razakel] I slither among your existence with no concept of emotion Seeing your blood spill is my one devotion It's a fuel to my fire and the will to my way And I must kill my prey until night turns to day I engage in self-inflicted pain and then I plan your death Another life taken in cold blood, the wicked get no rest So say your prayers, pray to someone who doesn't care Got the mind of a killa so I'm mentally impaired [Verse 6] I am dark dreams (dark dreams), wicked screams (Wicked screams) The shadows in the dark, yo, that's all just me My horrors are unstoppable, yo, I'm stoppin' all Death comes from me in ways that's unbearable I pulled out the Nine, I'll flash you one more time The life you call yours now becomes mine Some call me a psycho but that's all right though I slowly grab your throat and stab you in the temple [Verse 7] I'm gonna light a cigarette and soak you in gasoline Licking ashes, send you to His Infernal Majesty While you're burnin' and squirmin' you'll be wishin' you didn't fuck with me And now that you're dead no one mourns for your tragedy The way it started, you a fuckin' dog to me So I followed you home and watched you greet your family Broke into your house, tied you up Covered your mouth, cutting you out Now you're fuckin' six feet deep, deep in the ground [Verse 8: SickTanicK] This is a grand declaration of a thing we call war Like Maniac, I'm spittin' poison, verses iller than before Possessed by the devil and he does these wicked things And nothing's ever gonna stop the wicked shit that I bring So in my family I'm gonna keep my rhyme ferocious And when it hits your mind you know that you overdosed this 505 is the code for death Where people take their last breaths and people follow to the left And we march like we're ready for death And yo, we're always gonna rep, so just let my wicked rhymes infect Your mind this time and see the devil sign across the line To the realm of the evil one to see what you will find [Outro: SickTanicK] Yo! This be Tha Soulless One! Thanks for bumping this shit! That 505 wicked shit! I wanna send some shoutouts! My nigga Zodiak! Tell me motherfucker where you at! My homegirl Thrilla! My nigga Rellik! Body Hunter! War Torn! Cross! And The Street Team! And The Street Team! All my dead girls! All my killers, sinners and disciples! Where the grunts at? Tell me (tell me), where the grunts at? Joe Hernandez! Much love! Dead World Syndicate Records! Yo, check it! For all you little bitches out there that like to talk shit, y'all can straight up eat my fucking dick! Fuck the opposition, we on top and everyone knows it! Yeah, and what! Hahaha! How about this motherfucker? 2005 SickTanicK. Serial Killin Records