[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