This is a song about "Wickedness"

To measure the sickness and wickedness

All we need is convienient love

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Sickness spreadin wishin i could end the wickedness

I rebuke his wickedness cause i aint no pagan

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

And my wickedness will get a heap of people just like wow,

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

Wickedness 'til i'm spittin' like a mischievous militant on stimulants

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

They gonna burn in hell for this wickedness/

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Ruler of undying wickedness