Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Halloween, artist - Denace. Date of issue: 28.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Halloween |
| I’m bored in a house with the lights out |
| Aborted a mouse who let the mice out (It's a gremlin) |
| It must of been the girl tied to my nice couch |
| My god, it’s a icon with an eye gone |
| Took a pic with the Nikon |
| Guess what came back? |
| The Devil dressed in nylon |
| Bodies dug in my lawn, what the fuck am I on? |
| I can’t feel my tongue, here’s a bucket, my Hun |
| 'Til I’m throwing up dry blood, my god |
| 'Gotta push the envelope like a pipe bomb |
| Now I gotta silence the sirens |
| Never had guidance, so I hit five nuns with a nine-inch Bangkok like it’s |
| Thailand |
| Play the smallest violin, when I file in, dialing 911, smiling as you’re dying |
| A closed casket with the hose gassing, Zyklon B til your bones cracking |
| violent-ly |
| Even though it’s quite fun that I might cum, I’m wondering what has life come to |
| Dry hump Jason with his own knife, use Michael Myers in the fucking drive-thru |
| At a Brown’s Chicken in a clown suit, you can run but you can’t hide |
| They’re all around you |
| Marco! |
| Polo, I found you! |
| I’m a killer, I’m no Michael, I’m no Jackson, I’m no Thriller! |
| I’ma kill her, I’ma find her, I’m a killer |
| I’m no Michael, I’m no Jackson, I’m no Thriller! |
| I’ma kill her, I’ma find her, I’m a killer |
| Yeah I’m a killer, sippin' on the miller |
| Carving out your skull with a dull potato peeler |
| Eenie meenie miney moe, I got you by the heel I’ll lock you up with the gorilla |
| Trapped in a cage 'til it snaps in a rage and is grabbing your face in a |
| massive embrace and attacks with it’s fangs |
| (Oh Lord, I can’t watch this!) |
| Sike, pass the popcorn and you can watch too! |
| Sit down little kid now, wipe off the big frown, bitch wow |
| You can cry, but you can’t drown |
| In your tears, 'cause we all float down here when we all live with the IT clown! |
| Okay, now I 'gotta stay calm |
| Face palm full of napalm |
| Hey, mom! |
| Wanna see a crayon? |
| Caked on my face 'til it stains and stays on? |
| I’m so lonely, Akon |
| So I’m gonna bite you, Drake’s song |
| A cannibal in Hong Kong |
| Cookin' up crustaceans like a prawn |
| While I wear my apron, so much blood like Carrie at a prom |
| Fapping all day long, 'til I tear a wrist like a carrying a bomb |
| Yeah, but I got more glory |
| And it’s never been more gory |
| Turn your girl to a freak in the sheets, an American Horror Story |
| And I ain’t gotta lie my friend, she give me brain too when I’m inside her head |
| 'Cause zombies love a emcee |
| Get it? |
| Bitch? |
| the rhyming dead? |
| When the time is set, I feel the bite infect |
| In the garden of eating, like a lion’s den |
| All types of red, sores try to spread |
| What a mess, now I’m hungry at the sight of flesh |
| It’s a likely guess, I’m a psycho |
| I don’t wanna rhyme slow, Mario, toss me a pipe, bro |
| 'Cause I have nothing to smoke from |
| Wait, here’s an idea, I can use this light bulb |