Next m#th*rf#ck*rs’s gonna get my metal
I can’t wait t-t-to tell you, t-t-to kill you
I feel you, you m#th*rf#ck*r, 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 f#cking 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 {fury?}, just another horror story
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-
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 motherf#ckin’ h-h-horror story
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
I bring the sound that’s known to be so w-w-wicked
f#ckin’ 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, {fade?} my name down through my soul
Contr-tr-trol, this bloody s-s-soul
I gotta go, my t-t-t-ttime is up
Rest my soul or get f#cked up
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-
Yo m#th*rf#ck*r, back the f#ck up
Yo keep our groove on, m#th*rf#ck*r
Keep our groove on ’cause this sh#t gon’ get bigger
All this sh#t gonna blow up
You know what I’m saying
So hey yo check this sh#t out n#gg# we’re goin’ insane
We insane in the membrane
Check that sh#t coming on yo #ss, killing on yo #ss
Yeah we the Halloween {?}
You know what’s up m#th*rf#ck*rs the R.O.C. talkin’ to your #ss
Check it
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House Of Krazees Lyrics – Horror Story