text: Wicked ways
  Wicked ways
  Wicked ways
  Wicked ways, wicked ways, my thoughts are schizophrenic
  Wic-wicked ways, wicked ways
  Wicked ways
  Wicked ways
  Wicked ways, wicked ways, my thoughts are schizophrenic
  Wicked ways
  Wicked ways, wicked ways, my thoughts are schizophrenic
  I got these wicked ways
  Creeping on a trick
  Ready to blast on a sucker with no remorse
  Load the clip, wigs I split
  Infrared in my hand
  Murder was all on my fucking mind
  Psychopath, lunatic, crucifix, pop that nine
  Its that West Bank killer walkin round like thriller
  Chop up the body and bury the brain
  Sniffing the, sniffing the coca caine
  Kill a mother fucker just to pawn his chain
  Tell me how it feels to be alive in a grave
  Tell me wheres your god when youre trying to get saved
  Tell me wheres your god when your bodys full of pain
  Tell me wheres your god when your bodys full of pain?!
  Im gripping and whipping the pistol
  The mission to make the blood trickle
  The sickle the cell, Im just so fucking sickenin
  Im sorry my ways are just so fucking wicked 
  Im gripping and whipping the pistol
  The mission to make the blood trickle
  The sickle the cell, Im just so fucking sickening
  Im sorry my ways are just so fucking wicked
  Wicked ways
  Wicked ways
  Wicked ways, my thoughts are schizophrenic
  Wicked ways
  Wicked ways
  Wicked ways, my thoughts are schizophrenic
  Black out the sun turning day into night
  Bitch Yung Plague got a blade in one hand its a scythe
  In my right first a pitchfork or maybe a trident
  That murder I tried it, and I fucking liked it
  I sliced em, I diced em
  Got blood on my white shirt
  I let the stain dry and then cried out my third eye!
  They heard that I died
  Meet me in the graveyard
  Tombs got my trademark
  Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark
  In the graveyard
  Tombs got my trademark
  Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark
  In the graveyard
  Tombs got my trademark
  Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark
  In the graveyard
  Tombs got my trademark
  Sky stays dark, and the moon brings out my decayed bark