[Intro: J. Robert Elliot Halloween Horrors Sample]
Terrifying and terrible
Terrifying and terrible
Terrifying and terrible

[Verse 1: Hektic]
[Foggin'?] my brain with a swingin' axe as a matter of facts
My spirit's rose straight out of a pumpkin patch
It's time to creep as I terrify beyond belief
The knife is drawn as I pull it from the bloody sheet
Stabbin' hoes, in my body, man, I feel the rush
The nerves is twitchin' as I watch the blood gush
Pools of blood stain the streets in my livin' Hell
My brain will swell from the pressure, man, can't you tell
[I swing an Uzi so loose?] as I gasp for breath
They found my body with about fifty holes in my chest
Look at the maggots crawl through my bloody flesh
Casket open as you view what's left
Of my body, the sight is unbearable
Close your eyes, terrifyingly terrible

[Chorus: J. Robert Elliot Halloween Horrors Sample]
Terrifying and terrible
Terrifying and terrible
Terrifying and terrible
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Terrifying and terrible
[Verse 2: The R.O.C.]
Your chances you gon' lose are already lost
The R.O.C.'s at high risk to your-
Bless my mind and hope the fucker don't explode
And unload my whole horrific soul
An aftermath as I smash the world in
I been here before, stuck in a [note when?]
Where's my friends? Where's my foes? Where's my bro?
In lockdown, I'm still in effect mode
I rock the underground sound with my nuts in hand
Blood drippin' 'cause I got to squeeze 'em tight [and fight?]
Don't know wrong and right, got to keep 'em in sight
Swing my axe, cut off your head in the late night
Call the house, but the [?] unbearable
The terrifying and the terrible, check it

[Chorus: J. Robert Elliot Halloween Horrors Sample]
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Terrifying and terrible
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Terrifying and terrible
Terrifying and terrible
Terrifying and terrible
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[Verse 3: Mr. Bones]
Get off me, motherfucker, because I'll blow your brain up
I'd rip out my eyes to make your ass throw up
I'm goin' insane, your mentals are not ready
I'm rockin' 'em steady with my wicked medley
Of tricks and treats in a casket six feet deep
I'm on the creep 'cause a dead man just don't sleep
I'm terrifying, maybe terrible
Because I burn the bodies in a five-pointed pentacle
A pentagram, a Son of Sam, a mad man
God damn, tell me who the fuck I am
I'm just a mental case bearin' a skeleton face
Floatin' through space, tryin' to leave this place
House of Krazees, straitjackets and mind games
On the skits, terrifying and terrible

[Outro: J. Robert Elliot Halloween Horrors Sample]
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