Lyrics:

[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
Fuck a Cerebus killer, I fuckin', sever the tentacles
From the head of Medusa and shove the tech in her pussy hole
Pull the trigger watch the pussy blow apart in my face
I stuck my tongue in the bullet hole, no cartilage to waste
Listen muthafucka', 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 fuckin, song on a whack curse
But I don’t give a fuck, 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 pissed 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 cocked
And we always sparkin’ somethin’
Or be screamin 'FUCK COPS!'
With the slugs and the drugs chillin' in the glove box
We bring it wicked in this bitch 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 fuckin' what?
You still a whack rapper with a lisp and gut'
When I cut up a beat and lace it, shits 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 cocked
And we always sparkin’ somethin’
Or be screamin 'FUCK COPS!'
With the slugs and the drugs chillin' in the glove box
We bring it wicked in this bitch makin' all ya subs knock