Lyrics Dance With the Devil - Skippy Ickum

Ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight
Late at night when i strike with my razor knife
[?] is [?] every slice
Is another lover leaving with a wife on the table for my Sacrifice
Have you bitches ever heard about Ickum?
No, come and be my victim i'll stick em
I'm the sickest cause i carry all the symptoms
I was baptized and hell inside this brain is my prison
I did too many hits x, too many puffs of dro
Too many rips of meth, and too many lines of blow
I'm just trying to find a place inside
Where i can feel sometimes when i smash it
Cause I'm a psycho that be carrying my hatchet
In the dungeons, in the corner masturbating on my casket
I'm a motherfucking juggernaut i let you pussies have it
[?] stand back and drop ten hits of acid
Look in my eyes see the mind of a killer
Never see the image of a monster become any clearer
Mirror, mirror that's on the wall
Just tell these mother fuckers who is the sickest of them all
Skippy Ickum, Yeah that's right you know it's me
I'm a spectacle to be seen like I'm in HD
Check out my Pixar flick that's on the dvd
Chilling in your Blu-ray player that's on your flat screen
Got the wickedest methods
Just chop your body into sections
It gives me hardened erections, which means I'm getting off
Cut the beat of the session and yet I go undetected
You know my brain is infected but I just can't stop
Pause for me, not to cause a massacre
Contain all this pain restrain my dark passenger
Maintain the flames they gain and go faster
To retain and tame [?] the bruise master
Fucking disaster I'm primal like a raptor
A rapper that drops vicious bows from the rafters
And after I'm sure to leave your jaw bone shattered
You bastard, They should have told ya skippy is a master
I'm a criminal, mixing message subliminal
You other rappers know that I'm pivotal with originals
I'm biblical when I use that kind of mount reach a pinnacle
I [?] it as you critical
I'm major league yo minuscule
Mother fucker stop wasting my time or blocking my shine
And slowing my grind, you're just a nuisance
I bet [?] rhyme, and yet it came out fine
The most know me as kind, but can be ruthless
Or abusive, I tie you with the [?]
I had the perfect home until I found out I was useless
I'm the type to leave a lasting impression
Cause when I hit the studio I fucking murder the session, ha
Spitting sick shit
Drop em with a full clip
If i squeeze the trigger imma leave your fuckin dome split
Try to fight me imma crack you with a pool stick
And take your shorty back to my house, I give her good dick
I'm getting crazy on them itty bitty titties
Going Savage on that ass
I'm drinking whiskey getting tipsy
I'm a mother fuckin titan so you know you can't get rid of me
I represent 4-1-2 steel city
Better step back
Going at the back blast
Coming at your ass so fast it's like a car crash
And in the aftermath
Drippin' bloody and they say that money is the root of evil
Well I think its funny
The root of evil was insanity
That's formed by sloth, lust, greed, pride, hate and then gluttony
And motherfucker, you ain't nothing to me
And it will be something to see me just kick you right in the teeth
You try the tough guy routine like you think it worked
Only place its gonna get you is a fucking hearse
I'm maniacal i murder each and every verse
I'm cheating on my wife cause i fell in love with wicked words
Try to step to me it's senseless
I'm swinging for the fences
I'll leave you crying and defenseless
Skippy Ickum is a force to be reckoned with
You need the proof then listen to my album it is evidence