Halloween - Denace, Dispencery7

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