[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 n***a Zodiak! Tell me motherfucker where you at! My homegirl Thrilla! My n***a 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