(Wicked Sick Productions)

[Skit]

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]

BLAY!

Lord apex predator, creepin' in the mediterranean sea with the razor sharp teeth

When I sample the body, the blood starts the feedin' frenzy and I strip all the bones off your meat

Furious rapper the Keyser Soze, call me Scarecrow Blade

I'm a hybrid, part human, part of the vampire race

My fangs into your jugular veins, I drain your plasma empty mane

Standin' in the pentagram of candles, lights are pointed to the stars, sacrifice bodies BLAY!

Dismember the limbs with cannibalism, eat heart, cook the liver

Lord Lecter, Scarecrow Dahmer, stir fry flesh like Benihana

[Verse 2: Dosia Demon]

Dosia Demon, Wicked Sick clicked up with Lord Infamous

Creepin' from the underground, Mane we are so villainous

Fuck the trunk, you're in a dungeon, I caught you slippin' all alone

Now it's too late to watch your back, I'm with my demons in the zone

It's your time to meet the reapers, so close your eyes if you are scared

I got you shakin' full of fear, this Devil Shyt can't be compared

There's no way to escape the fate like he who walks behind the rows

Feel the wrath of a tortured soul, I'm crossing out now love my vows

[Verse 3: Phrozt]

Demons take over me, visit control of me

Snatching humans souls on holy punishing

Don't look for something that's spiritual

Some kinda miracle from a false god that is unseen

I chill here with satan, anticipatin'

With pentagrams in grave the dead have awaken

The lost of forsaken, no head escapes above, you all die

I'm snatching your souls with the Tec and

Devil Shyt you hatin', fuck all the begging

I study the arts of demonic possession

Pop pills but I'm stressin', I went through depression

A lesson to be learned, your fate that I'm testing

With satan controlling me, writing lost scriptures

People are disease and I hold the elixir

Pour death into the mixture like a Van Gogh picture

As I'm reading satanic literature

[Verse 4: Nightmare]

I'm terrorizing every park, every street every hood that I fuckin' hit

I got no time for you bitches

I'mma murder me a snitch and

Toss you in the fuckin' ditch

A one-eight-seven in the mist

I won't resist to chop you up

And throw your body in a trunk

I'm full of hatred but I waited

For this time to come up on 'em

... in the hood

So what will you do I'm in your face

With the shades, take up satans place

I got my army right behind me as a demon

... I got no reason for this murder

Fuck you in there's a (?)

Life is getting shorter

One by one I take you bitches out

[Interlude]

[Verse 5: B-Tite]

I'm possessed by demons and they're fiendin' for my insides

No one hears me screamin' when I'm dreamin', I'm so terrified

(?) we (?) and when I'm fully possessed I grab my Tec, my vest

Then I lose my conciousness, Satan in the fist

I reach down thru the depths of hatred, bitterness and perversion

It's for certain that I'm hurtin', I got fallen angels workin'

For me on the other side, Hell is on the rise

Keepin' bodies mummified, everyones death to be glorified

[Verse 6: Seer the Reaper]

Whaaat! Seer The Reaper is the essence

Of a diabolical microphone killa

Y&D! Finna be takin' it over like a Triple Six, a massacre

Occupy yo body for the winter

Can't u get the picture when you creepin'

In a dark mothafuckin' abyss

Creepin' through dimensions, unknown, don't be afraid

Cursed for eternity as long as they don't cast me out this bitch

You a slave or a hideous monster up in a grave

I'm an evil demon that will take you to a cave

Use your blood for a spell then you will decay

We dont play, got the gauge, it's all about the chase

Spirits in my body finna make me catch a case

Visions horrifying and they right 'fore my face

God awful portraits of devilish taste

Unspeakable horrors of hell

They wanna destruct and possess anyone in they way

Yeahhh