[Intro:]
7th Seal
Tell em how we do it out here
Know what I’m sayin'?
Lo Key, Wikid One, 2005
[Verse 1: Lo Key]
Demonic rhythms hit the system, 6 trillion decibels
Ripping through ya legs until the flesh is looking edible
A cannibal animal killing heads like a sentinel
Your injecting some Benadryl cause the pain is incredible
f*ck a Cerebus killer, I f*ckin', sever the tentacles
From the head of Medusa and shove the tech in her pus*y hole
Pull the trigger watch the pus*y blow apart in my face
I stuck my tongue in the bullet hole, no cartilage to waste
Listen muthaf*cka', cause I’m spittin' the last verse
I’m ridin’ bloody spinners on a cinnamon, black hearse
Explosive with the raps, till' the god damn track bursts
But then again, I based a f*ckin, song on a whack curse
But I don’t give a f*ck, I took your forty and sipped it
So explicitly gifted with the sick and the twisted
Just give me your wrists kid, cause I’m p*ssed that I missed it
As I slit it, it trickles out in front of the witness
[Hook:] (x2)
Lokevelli and Tha Wikid One keep the guns c*cked
And we always sparkin’ somethin’
Or be screamin "f*ck COPS!"
With the slugs and the drugs chillin' in the glove box
We bring it wicked in this b*tch makin' all ya subs knock
[Verse 2: Tha Wikid One]
I’m slaughtering the masses in gas masks, interacting with
Fast casts of the acid you flash past, when I'm blasting
But a back scratched with cutlery, up to be cuttin' he, guttin' he
Emergin' the gluttony of hip hop its tough to be original
I’m spittin everything through a subliminal
Mass murderin criminal, its critical for cynical
Views to be expressed cause the game as we know it
Is overpopulated with the whack like I’m bloated
You tried showing a label your demo f*ckin' what?
You still a whack rapper with a lisp and gut'
When I cut up a beat and lace it, sh*ts injured
Any booth they got me in has got to be the insured
I'm just that vile, I smile while in denial
A vile of exile, siles straight in to the bile
If I were to run up in to your show what would I see?
An audience of relatives and I count about three
[Hook:] (x2)
Lokevelli and Tha Wikid One keep the guns c*cked
And we always sparkin’ somethin’
Or be screamin "f*ck COPS!"
With the slugs and the drugs chillin' in the glove box
We bring it wicked in this b*tch makin' all ya subs knock