When I was a young man I found out that if you hurt somebody
They'll leave you alone. Good guys do finish last
Am I crazy?
Am I insane?
Two, three, four
Hoodoo is my religion, I believe in superstition
Come against me and I turn instantly to mortician
You need some more convincing, killing like the Son of Sam
Gruesome with my ill depiction, twist you like I'm Al the Lamb
Homicidal idol, survival of the wickedest
Got my rivals suicidal from how I kick this shit
Watch me flick the bic, I'm about to light the gas
Then I'ma cut your hand off and use that bitch to wipe my ass
I'm vicious, my heart has no malice
Intent malicious and my trigger finger is so calloused
From killing bastards, now all I do is swing the hatchet
All hail the prime minister, definition of sinister
Detrimental to industry, breaking bad with my chemistry
Tryin' to go out in infamy, fuck with me, feel my energy
Wicked poetic symphony, this is how killers meant to be
Boondox and Big Hoodoo, no remorse and no sympathy
No sympathy, no remorse
Cold-blooded, sick with it, this how we do
No soul, my heart's cold
Everybody knows we sick with it, this how we do
Am I crazy? Sick with it, this how we do
Am I insane? Sick with it, sick with it, sick with it, this how we do
My pain is constant and sharp
And this confession, it means nothing
The ring around the sink ain't coming clean like it used to
A permanent reminder that I got a couple screws loose
Same with the bathtub, same stained hands
Drops on the countertop, an insane man
Thoughts of a flashback, remembering the first time
That I realized I was an evil of the worst kind
Covered 'til the head in somebody else's life
And laughing when I lost it, licking plasma from a knife
Staring at the wound trickle down to a slow drip
Lips on the water fountain, started with a slow sip
And ended with a crazy mix of pleasure, guilt, shame
A little bit of pain from the liquid that I drain
Why did I do it? Was it worth the affliction?
And why did I stick to it to become my addiction?
The body of my conscience buried down in the mud
A bloodthirsty killer with a real thirst for blood
No sympathy, no remorse
Cold-blooded, sick with it, this how we do
No soul, my heart's cold
Everybody knows we sick with it, this how we do
Am I crazy? Sick with it, this how we do
Am I insane? Sick with it, sick with it, sick with it, this how we do
There is no real me, only an entity
Something illusory
Sick with it, this how we do
Sick with it, this how we do
Sick with it, this how we do
Sick with it, sick with it, sick with it, this how we do
"And this just in, both murder suspects are still on the loose"
No sympathy, no remorse
Cold-blooded, sick with it, this how we do
No soul, my heart's cold
Everybody knows we sick with it, this how we do
Am I crazy? Sick with it, this how we do
Am I insane? Sick with it, sick with it, sick with it, this how we do
No sympathy, no remorse
Cold-blooded, sick with it, this how we do
No soul, my heart's cold
Everybody knows we sick with it, this how we do
Am I crazy? Sick with it, this how we do
Am I insane? Sick with it, sick with it, sick with it, this how we do
