Speak now fake (*##$es or forever hold your peace, or I'll slice your pretty face up in the name of the beast. The name's Razakel and I'm claiming my crown as the Queen of the Wicked %#@! so all (*##$es bow down. For three years I've been examining without making a sound as they embarasses themselves and try to claim underground but tonight is my night, the spot light is on me. First class, hell sent to put them out of their misery. Consider this a blessing as I choke you, stupid !@#%. Cut your tummy up, finger $#&@ your guts, smoke you ashes in a blunt. Like what? I don't give a $#&@. I can handle being hated, imatated, but I'm never duplicated.

Just another (*##$ from around the way and I've been silent for years, now I got something to say. I'm that serial killin' (*##$, wicked and pround and to all the fake (*##$es I suggest you bow down to the sound of the underground, ringing in your brain, cause I got wicked desires and known to bring the $#&@ing pain. It would be my honor to behead (*##$es non-stop. Chop, chop. Cause there only room for one, Razakel claims the spot.


Verse two, I'm breaking loose and I got two little dollies and I'm $#&@ing with voodoo. I push a pin right through the center of her throat and ever since that moment she can't sing the right note. No joke, $#&@ing hoe, you should know I'll cut your pretty neck because I love the sound of the blood flow. I know it may sound a bit obsered, but it's pleasent to me because I know you're getting what you deserve. I got the other dolly and sewed her mouth shut for being a $#&@ing disgrace for being a $#&@ing disgust. Kill yourself !@#%, please, in the next few days after all it's better to burn than to fade away.


Just another (*##$ from around the way and I've been silent for years, now I got something to say. I'm that serial killin' (*##$, wicked and proud, and to all the fake (*##$es I suggest you bow down to the sound of the underground, ringing in your brain, cause I got wicked desires and known to bring the $#&@ing pain. It would be my honor to behead (*##$es non-stop. Chop, chop. Cause there's only room for one, Razakel claims the spot.

Stop, listen (*##$! Unlike you, I can back up my lyrics. I hope that you fear it, I take your blood and I smear it on my naked body as I'm summoning the dark spirits. So go ahead, (*##$, keep talking your %#@!. As you say my name you're only making me more famous. But I love it so I'd like to thank you, so here's a little gift from Razakel to you.

Blood turn black and flesh turn blue, evil from me and back to you. Blood go black and flesh go blue, by the Left Hand I now curse you.

Just another (*##$ from around the way and I've been silent for years, now I got something to say. I'm that serial killin' (*##$, wicked and proud, and to all the fake (*##$es I suggest you bow down to the sound of the underground, ringing in your brain, cause I got wicked desires and known to bring the $#&@ing pain. It would be my honor to behead (*##$es non-stop. Chop, chop. Cause there's only room for one, Razakel claims the spot.

Will you do me a favor? Kill yourself. There's nothing left so just kill yourself. Hahaha...

Just another (*##$ from around the way and I've been silent for years, now I got something to say. I'm that serial killin' (*##$, wicked and proud, and to all the fake (*##$es I suggest you bow down to the sound of the underground, ringing in your brain, cause I got wicked desires and known to bring the $#&@ing pain. It would be my honor to behead (*##$es non-stop. Chop, chop. Cause there's only room for one, Razakel claims the spot.