Like Sad1e - Razakel

From The Darkness I Emerge Once Again

Hell Sent From The Devil Here To Spit Wicked Shit

I Cast Hexes And Curses;

Lay Spells In My Verses

Blaspheme The Lords Name When I’m Burning Christian Churches Down

Can You Hear That Wicked Sound?

There’s These Voices In My Head And They Make Me Wanna Cut Throats Out

So I Carry A Knife By My Side

Cause I Was Always Taught That Murdering Is A Part Of Life

No Lie, I, Like To Make Bxtches Cry And Scream

I’m The Real Murder Scene Queen

Listen Up Don’t Ya Disrespect The Mistress Of Death

Is Quick To Shove A Shank Into Your Neck

And Carve An «R» In The Center Of Your Chest

And Watch The Blood Drip Drip (Drip) Drip (Drip) Drip (Drip)

Listen To Me, I’m A Deadly Disease

You’ll Never Get Rid Of Me

I’ll Even Haunt You In Your Dreams

(Chorus)

How Bout You Shut The Fuck Up

And Let A Real Bxtch Spit This

Cause All You Other Hoes Are Too Afraid To Get Wicked

I’m Here To Spread The Sickness

Best Believe This

I’ll Stab You And Your Crew And Every Other Fuckin Witness

No Competition, I’m A Sick Bxtch

The Devil’s In My Head And He’s Tellin' Me To Do It

So Goodbye, You Must Die

I’m Like Sad1e In This Bxtch Stabbin Tate In 1969

(Verse 2)

I’m Gonna Keep Stabbing The More You Keep Screaming

I’m Gonna Keep Laughing The More You Keep Bleeding

I Can Guarantee Your Gonna Die Tonight

Don’t Give A Fuck If You’re Pregnant

I’ma Destroyer Of Life

And I’m Just A Reflection Of You

Except I Do All The Things You Only Wish You Could Do

It’s True

The More You Kill

The More You Like it

So I’ma Murder Without Reason And I Won’t Deny It

You Should Try It

Kill 'Em All Kill 'Em All

And Write Political Piggy With Some Blood On The Wall

Leave Something Witchy For Them All To See

Only Through Death Will They See What You Truly Believe

Grab A Knife Take A Life Don’t Think Twice

Stick It Deep Inside Look Into Their Eyes

Goodbye

So Now You’re Done

Wasn’t That Fun

To Know You’re The One Who Killed A Mother And Her Unborn Son

(Chorus)

How Bout You Shut The Fuck Up

And Let A Real Bxtch Spit This

Cause All You Other Hoes Are Too Afraid To Get Wicked

I’m Here To Spread The Sickness

Best Believe This

I’ll Stab You And Your Crew And Every Other Fuckin Witness

No Competition, I’m A Sick Bxtch

The Devil’s In My Head And He’s Tellin' Me To Do It

So Goodbye, You Must Die

I’m Like Sad1e In This Bxtch Stabbin Tate In 1969

(Verse 3)

Sixteen Times All Over The Body

Rolled Around In The Splash

And Got Myself All Bloody

Nobody Understands Me I Get Off When I Inflict The Pain

What I Call Psychotic Brilliance You Call Criminally Insane

I Came To Show You How It’s Done

Straight From The Devil’s Kingdom If You Wanna Come Get Some

Straight Up Not Givin' A Fuck

The Wicked Bxtch Of The Southwest Is Tearin' Shit Up

Cause There Ain’t No Other Bxtch Out There Quite Like Me

They Can Attempt All They Want

But The Wickedness Belongs To Me

I Got No Mercy it’s Kinda Like Fucking

My Knife’s Hard Dick;

Your Body’s A Wet Pussy

Cum For Me Baby Cause I Love To See You Bleed

It Feeds My Need When I See You Suffering

Believe Me When I Say I’ll Cause Devastation

And Every Other Bxtch Is A Cheap Imitation

(Chorus)

How Bout You Shut The Fuck Up

And Let A Real Bxtch Spit This

Cause All You Other Hoes Are Too Afraid To Get Wicked

I’m Here To Spread The Sickness

Best Believe This

I’ll Stab You And Your Crew And Every Other Fuckin Witness

No Competition, I’m A Sick Bxtch

The Devil’s In My Head And He’s Tellin' Me To Do It

So Goodbye, You Must Die

I’m Like Sad1e In This Bxtch Stabbin Tate In 1969

(Charles Manson Laughing & Speaking)