Lyrics Halloween - Denace, Dispencery7

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