Текст: Twiztid. W.I.C.K.E.D.. Buckets Of Blood.

[Madrox:]
Bloody Buddy laughin like an old man only lovely among thurowins and waste lands vision of hell skitzo splatterin page with a staff like wizard of old days blood and thorns
Pray for a quick death the sick world reborn and
Left in front of your dorstep
Kill the Killa retribution climb abord see what faiths hand has instore for your brutal massacre bitch is like a death note as the wicked man fear make a bargan for your soul in a portrait of a cereal killa livin or dead try to huffle many screams of anguish within his head.

[Chorus:]
In the Blood inside (I bleed in through every cut)
How many buckets of blood How many Buckets of Blood.
In the Blood inside (I bleed in through every cut)
How many buckets of blood How many Buckets of Blood.
(MORE) blood (MORE) death (LESS) heats in the Streets
(what they Scream) as the Hover over me in my dreams.
(MORE) blood (MORE) death (LESS) heats in the Streets
(what they Scream) as the Hover over me in my dreams.

[Monoxide:]
Now im a Psycho Killa with no mask On personality change disorder your whole faction
fraction of the pieces I let'em find and captions written in Blood Describe behind refrigerators in the new temple describe the climb we doin what we doin just to fuck up your mind better retreat why you can or render in my axe come with open hands in
Unspeakable man and now I own your evil growin
Your DNA has been stolen cloaned and frozen and placed inside of the
Chosen Your guns are nothin better run from somthin that can
Summin you to your knees and end all of your sufferin.

[Chorus:]
In the Blood inside (I bleed in through every cut)
How many buckets of blood How many Buckets of Blood.
In the Blood inside (I bleed in through every cut)
How many buckets of blood How many Buckets of Blood.
(MORE) blood (MORE) death (LESS) heats in the Streets
(what they Scream) as the Hover over me in my dreams.
(MORE) blood (MORE) death (LESS) heats in the Streets
(what they Scream) as the Hover over me in my dreams.

[Madrox/Monoxide:]
Sick to death capture whats left of a killer on a rampage leaven a bloody mess noone can stop this Evil that transense in my brain and ends and blood stains of your family and your..

[Madrox:]
Friends aint no hostages you can die the same way all your partners did let the sun break shed skin like a snake how they Picture me Visions of my enemies beheadin me fantasy say im liven In the clouds talk alotta shit make sure every bit of its out evils comin in the form of the twins bringin hell to devour all your horrible sins cause the judgemental Devil wanna make you bite your tongue and push you to the pint where you truely dont give a fuck.

[Chorus:]
In the Blood inside (I bleed in through every cut)
How many buckets of blood How many Buckets of Blood.
In the Blood inside (I bleed in through every cut)
How many buckets of blood How many Buckets of Blood.
(MORE) blood (MORE) death (LESS) heats in the Streets
(what they Scream) as the Hover over me in my dreams.
(MORE) blood (MORE) death (LESS) heats in the Streets
(what they Scream) as the Hover over me in my dreams.