[Madrox]
Keep it wicked like 6 witches five skulls in one
kettle let it boil til it scorch then burn the

instrumental people kill we the hottest since
temprature been arised as we take theses
microphones and blacken both your eyes. [Monoxide]

I got an axe in my hand (*##$ what I don't chatter
from the talkin in my head telling me to make the
blood splatter climbing up a ladder and I hang em

on a hook diabolical on every life I took. Travel
undreground in the fire like hellspawn and posses
a mother $#&@er to murder ya on ya lawn pick up a

cellphone tell the devil your coming home but I
keep getting disconnected because my minds on roam
everybody dies when your $#&@ing with psychos all

alone at midnight might slice your throat [Madrox]
Sick and derranged words are irrelevant knife cuts
clean through the skin to the skeleton consisted

like risidual horse like them wicked wanna bes
with fires and bloody corpse we stay eternal
vampuric when you hear it as it seeping through

the speakers trying to grab hold of your spirit [Monoxide]
Split tounge sick one I'll spit some moonlight
with shadows of lost souls and victims parish in

the heart of the darkness I'm heartless and I don't
have a concious to start with I'm marked with an
axe as a symbol of greatness to hate this would

only explain all of your fakeness watch me blaze
this place with the strike of a match and
disappear in the form of a bat. [Madrox]

The Wickeds keep it vertical control and the
horizontal and vertical on the path of the
pinnacle of my sinister ritiual I'm dangerous

repaticious like Deja vu meaning I've been there
before and already know what I'mma do falling fast
the furious wins seeing faces on the wall laced

with hideous grins eyes blinking at me lips moving
counting the sins a million arms at the bottom all
waving me on in. that's WICKED