(Hook)

Which of us is the sickest? Come on and tell me the truth

Do you think that it's you? Come on and show me your proof

You see we murdered and raped, we've been to hell and escaped

Now it's back to bad habits licking blood off our plates

Which of us is the sickest? Come on and tell me the truth

Do you think that it's you? Come on and show me your proof

I made a pact with Lucifer, the case is closed and it's shut

You're fucking with an immortal bitch, we call this the Devil's Cut

Tears of blood are falling, they're dripping from my cheeks

Dropping to the pavement, puddles on the concrete

Rid myself of sin and the violence from within

With the crimson of the innocent, from underneath my eyelids

Let me take you back, to the amniotic sac

From which I was conceived, when my life went off the tracks

Where my fathers evil seed and my mamas deviled egg

Had a date with destiny and hell opened up it's gates

I walked up out here legs, snipped my fuckin' cord

Doused the place with kerosene and burned it to the floor

Then I pissed upon it's ashes laughin', craftin' evil deeds

That I planned to wreak upon the world and across the seven seas

I'm the Anti-Christ it needs, the hero of the villains

The Pied Piper twisting minds of your perfect children

So sing along and follow while reciting every word

And may God forgive my mom and dad for showing me this world

(Hook)

I spot the mark and start shit, I sway and Magic Mark flips

The Target, Mark you work in that shopping market, Target

We cross the parking lot, through the Money Mart near the margarine

Marking margin charts with Martin and Marge, I'm stalking Margaret

That's my hostage, when I barge in, taking charge

Like a star ship sargeant with mark six in his armpits

Left the apartment in a stolen rover, rolled it

Split the frame, chipped a fang, spit out a glowing guitar pick

Sorta tore my shoulder, soda soaked the carpet

Flipped closed the open compartments, park it, hit the clothing department

Like pardon me, Logan? noticed that you're loading them carts with

Them clothes to cloak a marksman while reloading a cartridge

I stole 'em, set explosives, sit and smoke on a carton

When it blows I know I won't be left alone in the darkness

I'll change what you used to know 'bout going through hardships

Day breaks, I make an escape when the guards shift

(Hook)

At a tea party with dolls, call me the puppeteer

Grinnin' from ear to ear, with a lipstick smear

Mad as a hatter, one sandwich short of a slice

But my basket is full, gon' share with Alice tonight

Yeah, you're sharin' Alice is right, get a pair of hammers, a knife

Set a stage, a camera and lights it's compared to amateur night

We makin' snuffy fuck films in a company truck filled

With the bubbly blood spilled of somebody we just killed

And proceeded to stab repeatedly, long after he ceased to breathe

Through the windpipe that we sliced clean

I love making hits and I love that the lights green

For Kazz P and KmaKaz to come fuck with your life's dream

Til' life seems filled with sorrow as sick as it might seem

The seven circles of hell were considered as sight seeing

You might believe in an all powerful being but my deity is me

Spiritually I'm free to wreak havoc

Wreak havoc, while I stitch at the seams and weave fabric

We've crafted dark arts and out cast your weak magic

A new breed of savage and comical daft shit creeps

From the mouth of Krueger and Kazz-P Vorhees

I'm only after pussy that's swimming in VD

Leave it ripped to wrecked shreds and smothered in Vaseline

Brother you askin' me? I love it when blood rains

And lubricates the links on my chainsaw blade