L.O.T.W.

[Intro]
You have officially entered the Land of The Wicked
If you should end up dead d-d-during your journey, it's not okay
As, um, as you have a marvelous day

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Everyday is more and more
Wack kids say they Horrorcore
Say they do it for the sport
Honestly I'm sort of sore
Sink your ships overboard
Hit 'em all door to door
Fuck 'em dead like morbid boards
Leave 'em wet, go to war
Time to forget what you've been told
What you've learned, what you know
Pressing’ rewind look in my soul
My spirit is frozen cold
Got my hands all around they throats
Cut 'em all down like a pound of blow
Hang 'em by their feet, let 'em bleed out slow
Livin' life wicked is all I know

[Bridge 1: Bukshot]
Yeah, you know what it is. I'm sittin' back watchin' these fake motherfuckers actin' like they're somethin' that I know they not. I think the time has come to chin check these bitches and let 'em know they're playing a dangerous game

[Chorus: Bukshot]
"Step into my parlor", said the spider to the fly (Spider to the fly)
Many have attempted but they've never left alive (Left alive)
Nobody's made it out but step up if you wanna try (If you wanna try)
My killers put yo cleavers and machetes to the sky like
Whoomp! Whoomp!
That shiny blade is stickin' like
Whoomp! Whoomp!
The chopper out, I spit it like
Whoomp! Whoomp!
All these cool kids go and get it
These bitches scared to kick it in the Land of The Wicked

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
I'm off that wicked gangster killing shit
Weirdos know I'm real in this
Hit this blood, I'm spillin' it
Hope you killers feelin' this
Open up my arsenal, chop you into particles
Don't forget I'm fluent in the arts of the dark carnival
Step to The M.O.B and catch that blade
Take a long look at the pain I make
Eyes closed shut, life starts to fade
Everybody step to the death parade
I will in no way be paid
Give a middle finger, smile and wave
Drag somebody inside my cave
Like Jeepers Creepers, I don't play

[Interlude 2: Bukshot]
I'm tired of running into these rappers who act like they're hard as shit. Talkin', spittin' bars like they some gangstas. You ain't no fuckin' murderers. I run these streets with real killers and gangstas. And they ain't nothin' like y'all!

[Chorus: Bukshot]
"Step into my parlor", said the spider to the fly (Spider to the fly)
Many have attempted but they've never left alive (Left alive)
Nobody's made it out but step up if you wanna try (If you wanna try)
My killers put yo cleavers and machetes to the sky like
Whoomp! Whoomp!
That shiny blade is stickin' like
Whoomp! Whoomp!
The chopper out, I spit it like
Whoomp! Whoomp!
All these cool kids go and get it
These bitches scared to kick it in the Land of The Wicked

[Verse 3: Bukshot]
I'm a felon with an AR-15, hatchet and a pump
Got a cleaver, a machete, and some choppers that'll dump
Got a Jason mask that's on my lap, oh shit I heard a clunk
Never mind, I forgot I grabbed this punk and threw him in my trunk
The M.O.B. said they don't mix no, put a Super Soaker with gasoline
Spray everybody with a hot .44 with a vengeance you ain't ever seen
Burn 'em all up and not for show
Got 'em jumpin' up and down like trampolines
Sicker than they ought to go
For the honor and the sake of my family

[Interlude 3: Bukshot]
I've not one of these rappers that's just gonna talk about what I'm gonna do. If I feel like I've been disrespected by another rapper, then when we see each other it's going down. It don't matter if it's backstage, onstage or right inside of your fuckin' tour bus!

[Chorus: Bukshot]
"Step into my parlor", said the spider to the fly (Spider to the fly)
Many have attempted but they've never left alive (Left alive)
Nobody's made it out but step up if you wanna try (If you wanna try)
My killers put yo cleavers and machetes to the sky like
Whoomp! Whoomp!
That shiny blade is stickin' like
Whoomp! Whoomp!
The chopper out, I spit it like
Whoomp! Whoomp!
All these cool kids go and get it
These bitches scared to kick it in the Land of The Wicked
"Step into my parlor", said the spider to the fly (Spider to the fly)
Many have attempted but they've never left alive (Left alive)
Nobody's made it out but step up if you wanna try (If you wanna try)
My killers put yo cleavers and machetes to the sky like
Whoomp! Whoomp!
That shiny blade is stickin' like
Whoomp! Whoomp!
The chopper out, I spit it like
Whoomp! Whoomp!
All these cool kids go and get it
These bitches scared to kick it in the Land of The Wicked