[Intro]
Next motherfuckers's gonna get my metal

[Verse 1: The R.O.C.]
I can't wait t-t-to tell you, t-t-to kill you
I feel you, you motherfucker, it's my horror story
Why don't you watch me, let me die?
W-w-w-why d-do they cry, w-w-w-why do my mentals
My fucking brain, it's in pain
The rock and rolls g-g-got me on a night train
You wanna throw? Y-y-you punk?
You'll be the story, in the morning papers, sunk
Deep in the river as I deliver
My sick rhymes to my glory, just another horror story

[Interlude]
Why are the children doing what they are doing?
Why does this child reach up and kill his mom and dad and-
Killing is killing whether done for duty, profit, or fun
Why are the children-

[Verse 2: Mr. Bones]
To melt your mind with the rhymes that I b-b-b-bring
Don't еver stand too close becausе I don't sing
I b-b-b-bring bad things to life
Somebody stab me in the heart with one of those b-butcher knifes
Death to all described in my w-wicked rhymes
Sands through time, embedded f-f-f-flatlines
Page by p-page, I'm in an out r-r-rage
Crowds lose their minds when I'm on s-s-stage
I deliver my sick rhymes f-for the glory
Just another motherfuckin' h-h-horror story
[Interlude]
Why are the children doing what they are doing?
Why does this child reach up and kill his mom and dad and-
Killing is killing whether done for duty, profit, or fun
Killing is killing whether done for duty, profit

[Verse 3: Hektic]
I bring the style that's known to be so w-w-wicked
Fuckin' around and serious p-pain's inflected
I take no shorts, the w-w-wig splittin's my specialty
I leave you hanging from a tr-tr-tr-tr-tree
[Butcher the case?], my th-th-thoughts are insane
Blows your mind, better get [somebody to?] wipe the blood stain
Fame my name down through my self contr-tr-trol
This bloody s-s-soul
I gotta go, my t-t-t-t-time is up
Rest my soul or get fucked up

[Interlude]
Why are the children doing what they are doing?
Why does this child reach up and kill his mom and dad and-
Killing is killing whether done for duty, profit, or fun
Why are the children doing what-

[Outro: The R.O.C.]
Yo motherfucker, back the fuck up
House of Krazees up in here [?]
Yo keep our groove on, motherfucker
Keep our groove on 'cause this shit gon' get bigger
All this shit gonna blow up
You know what I'm saying
So hey yo check this shit out n***a we're goin' insane
We insane in the membrane
Check that shit coming on yo ass, killing on yo ass
Yeah we the Halloween [?]
You know what's up motherfuckers the R.O.C. talkin' to your ass
Check it