Wicked sh*t 4 Life lyrics

[Intro]
Dead
Dead
Real dead
Face of death
Face of death
Face of death
Dead
Dead
Dead (Dead, dead, dead)
Real dead (Dead, dead, dead)
Real dead (Dead, dead, dead)
Real dead (Dead, dead, dead)
Face of death (Dead, dead, dead)
Face of death (Dead, dead, dead)
Face of death (Dead, dead, dead)
Face of death (Dead, dead, dead)

[Verse]
Dylan boomin' strictly old-school wicked sh*t
Keep it goin', wicked, wicked crucifix
Hate crime doer, blasphemist and sacreligious
Candle sticks in both your eyes 'cause hoe, you don't get no redemption
Raised up in desolation, isolation, holy bible desecration
Masturbation, praise with high self-exaltation
Cleanse your soul of the maggot
Is it a priest or is it a faggot?
Is it a beast or is it a sweet release of evil sh*t on the mattress?
A demon seed who fell from heaven born with an evil curse
You hear my wicked sh*t bumpin' out the hearse with a deadly-ass verse
You can not f*ck with the psycho, wicked mentality
Anti-religion Rozzy would rather worship reality
Reality rule everything around me so f*ck it, I see through the illusion so they label it insanity, G
Having visions again of a bloody Christian politician mutilated on a cross, missing his skin
[Outro]
Wicked sh*t for life
Wicked sh*t for life
Wicked sh*t for life
Wicked sh*t for life
Wicked sh*t for life
Wicked sh*t for life
Wicked sh*t for life
Wicked sh*t for life
Wicked sh*t for life
Wicked, wicked sh*t for life
Wicked, wicked sh*t for life
Wicked, wicked sh*t for life
Wicked, wicked sh*t for life
Wicked, wicked sh*t for life
Wicked, wicked sh*t for life
Wicked, wicked sh*t for life
Wicked sh*t for life