Written by the Sick

[Verse 1: Chuckklez]
My music's so disturbing it will lead those to a darker place
Where there is no hope until it eats right through their function brain
Making them bloodthirsty with a urge they can't control
Once they look into your eyes it's very clear they want your broken soul
Of course they'll kill you while you're sleeping in your fucking bedroom
And ship you right to me so I can carve you with some knife wounds
Added to my trophy case along with the others
Who be fucking up this cult shit and now they wind up being slaughtered
Every single rhymе I write is never fucking positivе
I'm here to share the proof that we're living in the negative
We're killers from the streets causing death among the innocent
We're rhyming graphic details which will make you feel unpleasant
I don't care if you call this horrorcore, I just breathe the evil shit
With lyrics so sadistic it will drive your kids ballistic
Showing dudes your colors as they give your neck a slit
While listening to an album that was written by the sick

[Chorus: Chuckklez]
I'm bringing back the evilness into the horror scene
With topics so grotesque like it was made by Stephen King
Something so profound that you people have never seen
This is written by the sick, written-written by the sick
I got these niggas tripping as they come and look at me
Graphics so demonic that will make your lady scream
Stripping out their panties while they're screaming out my name
This is written by the sick, written-written by the sick

[Verse 2: Chuckklez]
When people hear my music, they get addicted right away
And started blasting it from their churches, they want their pastor to be afraid
'Cause religion will not save him as they take his fucking life
And leave him hanging from a cross underneath the pale moonlight
Put a mask around his face and send these hoes a message
Wanna steal my hard earned image but they fail to have an advantage
Always end up on the news mutilated from the waist down
By a pack of goons, still they'll move on to the next town
The reason why I rap this is because I love the violence
That keeps my people active, especially those who are weak-minded
Giving 'em all a listen just to help them get their fix
Something so truly brutal with some flavor within the mix
Fucking smiling with excitement as I write this out on pen
Like I'm Mister Sutter Kain and releasing madness from within
Causing such a major ruckus that will give your life a kick
While listening to an album that was written by the sick

[Chorus: Chuckklez]
I'm bringing back the evilness into the horror scene
With topics so grotesque like it was made by Stephen King
Something so profound that you people have never seen
This is written by the sick, written-written by the sick
I got these niggas tripping as they come and look at me
Graphics so demonic that will make your lady scream
Stripping out their panties while they're screaming out my name
This is written by the sick, written-written by the sick