[Verse 1: SKUllDOG]
\nBack from hell, and lusting for vengeance
\nYou’re messing with the gore fiend motherfucker
\nI'm the gore fiend plug, bitch you wanna see my stuff
\nSelling up the real deal, bitch this ain’t no fake snuff
\nBitch you know the number, so go on call me up
\nI got drugs, flicks, bugs crawling all over her guts
\nSever your face, yeah meet my slashing buddy
\nGot that razor tight grip, spit my shit, you think it's funny?
\nI'll stab stab stab this shit don’t need a blicky
\nCan’t feel my face, motherfucker I’m tripping
\nFucked up, drugged up
\nFucked up, drugged up
\nFucked up, drugged up
\nFucked up, drugged up
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\n[Verse 2: t4bicore]
\nLit that bitch like Halloween then carved into his face
\nThrew him off a mezzanine then I dropped a ma-a-a—
\nDr-dr-draw a dot then take the shot his brains all in the place
\nBitch I'm hitman in this plot I'm gone without a tra—
\nMy opps trolling yet they folding why so cynical?
\nI go Sylvester on molester it gets physi-i—
\nStitches stabbing up her mouth 'cause she my voodoo doll
\nStuffing buttons in her eyes now her sockets fu-u-ull
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\n[Verse 3: SicklySyrus]
\nHello how you doing, it’s the king of Halloween
\nI’m that gross ass muthafucka who keeps his weapons clean
\nI’m the oldest in the scene, yet I always keep it fresh
\nSo take a seat Karen so I can stomp you to fuckin death
\nI got fire on my breath, you can feel the heat from it
\nWhy are you upset? I'ma rock this beat dummy
\nThis ain’t no duet, this a cypher from the summit
\nWe got killers on every corner, and we always fuckin run it
\nTurn your girl into a widow, when I stuff you like a pillow
\nYeah I’ll make you into a scarecrow, and keep your soul in fuckin limbo
\nI know they say that I'm a schizo, when I pull up like a psycho
\nYou say you hate my guts and yet you’re screaming like S!CKO
\nAh
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\n[Verse 4: SPΣΣDY]
\nPull up with my blade and my chainsaw
\nCut and fuck your bitch while I'm blasting fucking Slipknot
\nI'ma stream that shit on bestgore, watch me turn her to a pain whore
\nPlaying in her guts while they're laying on the floor
\nIf you hear me fuckin knockin better answer the door
\nIf you don't play nice imma get my motherfucking knife
\nI'm the Halloween murderer, I'll take your fucking life
\nTake your fucking life, lick your blood up from my blade
\nFuck yo bitch's pussy then I cut open her face
\nFucking kill yourself, down some pills I fucking laced
\nYou just keep talking shit, I'm finna put you in your pla-a-a—
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\n[Verse 5: KXLLBVT]
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\n[Verse 6: rotten]
\nYuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
\nPuttin' body parts in the fuckin' backpack
\nRunnin’ from the feds, bitch I moved to Baghdad
\nYuh, bullets n' some hoes, she gon suck up on my dick
\nYuh, pussy talkin' tough so we hit another lick
\nFuck, bitch, posted wit’ that Glock bitch
\nBullets in yo’ lungs bitch
\nStitch yo’ mouth shut bitch
\nYuh, put your fuckin' hands up before I make you get shot
\nPussy want that smoke so I stab him in his guts, fuck
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\n[Verse 7: ACZF]
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\n[Verse 8: sad bastard.]
\nПарт на хэллоуинский сайфер — это party P. Diddy
\nGo killing on the block, eating mushrooms spooky grips
\nВодник в комнате уже потух на доске Уиджи
\nТыква вместо балаклавы, я саппорчу Рюндзин
\nMy nоise goes up in air, а по русски — катаклизм
\nYou've got to fucked up, taking out the necrolisk
\nМой некрономикон умывается в крови
\nYou are doomed to disappear, but not the vision
\nПарт на хэллоуинский сайфер — это party P. Diddy
\nGo killing on the block, eating mushrooms spooky grips
\nВодник в комнате уже потух на доске Уиджи
\nТыква вместо балаклавы, я саппорчу Рюндзин
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\n[Verse 9: Fluxx Drxwned]
\nAye
\nBurn the bridges of your system
\nInternal organs on brink of certain cell death (Fluxx)
\nBlades will cut host and while never knowing of it
\nAll you need to do is fuckin' die faster, die faster
\nMotherfucker sleep walkin' razor blades inside his neck
\nTrip, stomp, metal sharp but dull enough to pierce and bend
\nCoughing blood, paint the curb red, here I'll give you a hand
\nPlodding on your neck 'til they're in your esophagus
\nLacerate, lacerate
\nOverdriven heart commits to rapid beating just to pause
\nLacerate, lacerate
\nBlood lost, having seconds left
\nEyes roll to the back of your skull
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\n[Verse 10: reshetnikoff!]
\nЯ принес свиные головы на праздник
\nПодойди ко мне, я хочу твоей страсти
\nБешеный пес, твои кости в моей пасти
\nЯ голоден и одинок — всем здрасьте
\nI'm Leatherface, I play with a chainsaw
\nMy favorite toys...bloody necklace
\nSlaughterhouse, we are deadly faces
\nI'm tired of you, I'm losing my patience
\nДай мне мой Glock, я не хочу больше мучений
\nЯ не хочу больше слушать твоих жалких изречений
\nЗнай, я переболею, я займусь самолечением
\nТак что выпускай мне пулю в голову, не теряй время
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\n[Verse 11: mvttxo]
\nWalkin— walkin down the streets with razorblades stuck in my arms
\nShoving heads inside of pumpkins stashing them up in a barn
\nTie him by a noose use his corpse as decoration
\nCold blood killer next Halloween costume sensation
\nPressing fentanyl in wrappers gonna make these kids OD
\nTurn that faggot to a nugget with my muhfuckin machete
\nLay him in a ditch I'ma let the maggots crawl
\nCrucify him then seperate his legs with a Saw—
\nSlit wrist bloodlet 'til his body pale (G-G-GOREILLA WARFAIR, t-t-total wipeout)
\nFeel like Art the Clown, let your mother find you mangled
\nBag over your head and you're lost into the woods without a sound
\nDispose your body in the sewers with the rest of the clowns
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\n[Verse 12: H0R1ZØN]
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