Ba ba Bang Bang the impact
Bullets ricochet but they gon sure wig-caps
Fuck it i won't miss the spray
I'm mis-don't miss that
Place your face above my mantel piece
I'm way past brass
Pass that click-clack bang
In your mums back
I'll be packing that mac in pack
In that makeup bag
Slap clapping her colour chatting
Her skin peeled back
While i'm fucking i'm looking to make a real big scran
Ha

Let me warn ya
I'll torture your daughter first
I am
Jeffrey Dahmer
The slaughter is so Absurd
We can
Both be ordered my orders ain't from this earth
And'am
So fucking morbid absorbent it doesn't work
Look
Mr Crook
You need to settle down
These people ain't your enemies they wanna your sound
Instead of being ignorant just get up of the ground
I am your mother-fucking conscious brother
I don't fuck around

I don't regret all these enemies heads i head for
Na i'm just cooking that recipe fuck the best pork
I'll even eat a bit i'm hungry
But nothing ain't funding
I'm fucking hunting honeys to come into my restaurant

I am what an animal isn't
If we mammals eating mammals i'm on cannibalism
The sickers sick as isn't the chicken bricking the windows
Hitting pigeon delivers i will deliver the sickest sinner

Because its Halloween
Put on your outfit
Soon the moon will show these goons
Really who the hound is
Eating shrooms and making room
Ain't really much about it
I will rip that womb from the tomb
The day that you come out it
Ha Ha

I roll with blades when i'm around
Like a propellor
Whether the weather your better better
In my cellar you'll get severed and sent in segments
Something like a letter
Seek asylum like i'm heading
Enter in the house of terror

I am

Freddy Krugar
Back with the baddest luger
Here to haunt your dreams and shoot ya
The sickest scene is manoeuvre
Be sit in seat and sleeping
I'm creeping in with a hover
Scary movies fucking Doofy
Stupid cuz i'm ruthless

Mr Crook
You better listen to me now
I've only told you once you better stop fucking around
If you don't i will expose these things i've figured out
Cuz i am you and you are me and one way we gon work it
Ha

It doesn't it's October the 31st
Mother fucking beast my son
Sit back and observe
The way i work my words
As ill as sickened girl
And a bit of an Annabelle i bet a doll-that
I'm riddled with a curse