Dylan Ross - Wicked sh** 4 Life lyrics

Dead Dead Real dead Face of d**h Face of d**h Face of d**h Dead Dead Dead Real dead Real dead Real dead Face of d**h Face of d**h Face of d**h Face of d**h Dylan boomin strictly oldschool wicked sh** Keep it goin, wicked wicked crucifix Hate crime doer, blasphemism, sacreligious Candle sticks in both your eyes cuz hoe, u dont 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 f*ggot? Is it a beast or is it a sweet release of evil sh** on the matress A demon seed who fell from heaven born with an evil curse, you hear my wicked sh** poppin outta hearse with a deadly-a** verse U can not f** with the psycho wicked mentality Anti-religion rozzy would rather worship reality Reality rule everything around me so f** 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 a skin Wicked sh** for life Wicked sh** for life Wicked sh** for life Wicked sh** for life