[Verse 1: BNY]
Let me tell you all a story 'bout my Uncle Fester now
How my brother found out he's a murderer on the prowl
Never heard of a fouler mouth, down and out when we went to visit
A carton of piss, a pinger would leave Uncler Fester livid
He'd throw a fit in the living room, throw a bottle or two
And he'd say that he didn't mean it but I think he liked to aim at you
The off chance that he missed brought a right hook to the chin
That could send McGregor to sleep but gav e Uncle Fester a grin
This twisted bastard was lit off of any high he could sniff
And he'd fight all the local bouncers and leave all their lips split
He's never shot with a pistol just brass knuckles and bricks
The type to come to your house with a sickle and vicious pitbulls
A simple solutions euthanasia, that couldn't even save ya
He'd come back from the grave the same day just to fuckin' cave ya
Head in with a bat, he's sneaking in the back
He's got a chain, a dozen blades all wrapped inside a mat
[HOOK]
It's Uncle Fester, I betcha
You would never guess the
Shit that he gets up to when
He's locked inside his shed bruh
The screaming, the bleeding
If only you could see the
Victims, the sick stuff
You could never read
[Verse 2: BNY]
See my Uncle Fester had punishments some might've called lethal
Now I'm his newest apprentice just trynna design evil
We'd fill needles with bleach and mixtures of different pills
And we'd leave 'em around the city just praying someone was killed
Then we'd chill for a couple weeks, because 14 bodies deceased
Could attract a lot of attention especially from police
Because murders kind of a crime, but in Festers mind it was fine
Cause he's only killing some junkies and people we labelled swine
He'd cut and kill 'em, gut and fill 'em with various chemicals
Not very ethical, promise you the smell was unbearable
But he saw his victims as collectibles a sort of trophy
And he loved his cozy shed he'd always close the door slowly
And reminise on the blood and gore, he'd get a taste for more
Load up all of his tools on the backseat of his commondore
Travel all the way to the next town like a daily chore
Trynna find a lady and take 'em down using deadly force.n
[HOOK]
It's Uncle Fester, I betcha
I never would've guessed the
Shit he got me doing till
He had me in his debt bruh
The screaming, the bleeding
If only I could unsee the victims
The sick stuff
That is in my dreams
[Verse 3: BNY]
As soon as he had his victims, he'd spill the beans on the system
And tell them of all his secrets so he knew he'd had to kill 'em
He was all in, everytime, never had doubt
He figured it out, 'cause killing was his favourite past-time now,m
They never saw it coming, he'd kill 'em all with blunted knives
Screwdrivers, pliers , whatever ended their life
In a modest amount of time, he was honest up till they died
And he told he fucking 'em hated em, most of 'em never tried
To escape, until one of 'em stuck a knife in his face
Pulled the blade out of his cheek and still erupted to chase
They made it to the back fence before he caught 'em again
Slaughtered 'em there, taught 'em all to try fuck with the fes
He knew what he'd get if he's caught so he was forcing their heads
Into a shallow storage unit he of course had to rent
Because demand for murders up and he was killing the rest
The number one serial killer that nobody could get
[OUTRO]
I'm Uncle Fester, I betcha
You would never guess tha
Shit that I get up to when
I'm locked inside my shed bruh
The screaming, the bleeding
If only you could leave
Best of luck with the sick stuff
You'll never get to see
My Uncle Fester
