Halloween

I'm bored in the house with the lights out
Aborted a mouse who let the mice out
It must have been the girl
Tied to my nice couch
My God
It's an icon with an eye gone
Took a pic with a 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 throwin 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 9 inch
Bangkok
Like it's Thailand
Play the smallest violin
When I file in
Dialing 9-1-1
Smiling as you're dying in
A closed casket
With a 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 a fuckin drive through
At a brown 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 killa
I know Michael
I know Jackson
I know Thriller
I'm a killa
[?] find around more killa

Yea I'm a killa
Sippin on a Miller
Carvin out ya skull
With a dull potato peeler
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I got you by the heel
I'll lock you up with a gorilla
Trapped in a cage
Til it snaps in a rage
And is grabbin ya face
In a massive embrace
And attacks with its fangs
Oh Lord I can't watch this
Sike
Pass the popcorn and you can watch too
Sit down little kid now
Wipe off that big frown
Bitch, wow...
You can cry but you can't drown
In ya 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 song
A canibal in Hong Kong
Cooking up crust asians [crustaceans]
Like a prawn
While I wear my apron
So much blood like
Carrie
At a prom
Fappin all day long
Til I tear a wrist [til I terrorist]
Like carrying a bomb
Yeah, but I got more glory
And it's never been more gory
Turn ya girl to a freak in the sheets
An american whore 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 [amc]
Get it?
The rhyming dead
And 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 pipe bro
Cause I have nothing to smoke from
Wait, here's an idea
I can use this light bulb