I’m a product made from darkness
Evil and I’m heartless
I’m the f#ckin’ worst and on that note, it’s time to start this
Telling you my story, I’m a legend in these parts
My life is never boring, master of the bloody arts
I’m a serial killer, I’m a hunter of sorts
I like the game but the simple fact it’s like a murderous sport
And tonight is kind of special, it’s a happy Halloween
Act up like the devil, killing people ain’t a thing
No regrets and no remorse, jack-o’-lanterns on my porch
In my hand’s a flaming torch, my plan is to bag a corpse
Fill ’em up with fear, I know these local people wonder
What makes this urban legend tick?
Beware night of the hunter
The hunger
Yeah it’s the Night of the Hunter
Yeah and tonight he’s taking numbers
Yeah it’s the Night of the Hunter
Yeah he’s gotta feed his hunger
Yeah it’s the Night of the Hunter
Yeah and tonight he’s taking numbers
Yeah it’s the Night of the Hunter
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Dial 1-900-I’M-SO-HUNTERISH
Appetite hungerish, impact thunderous
Show off my anger, yeah, that’s what I do
People in danger, they don’t have a clue
Enter the strangler, turn ’em all blue
When in the chamber watch me act a fool
I’ll greet these trick-or-treaters
Out on the street with clips and heaters
All of a sudden these people are looking for faith and they praying to Jesus
I am the one that they warned you about
In the shadows steadily waiting
Ready to put a sharp blade in your mouth
Slaughter cattle’s salivated
Everybody should be worried in your neighborhood
If I pick a street I promise I won’t treat your neighbors good
So look around you, thought you heard something growl
It’s too late, you’re on the ground and know the hunter’s on the prowl
Every Halloween, he showin’ up in random neighborhoods
Lurkin’ in the shadows, watchin’ me, don’t do your neighbors good
Try me when I’m not this urban legend, you’re misunderstood
Find your body hacked in pieces spread around The Hunter’s Woods
The hunger
Yeah it’s the Night of the Hunter
Yeah and tonight he’s taking numbers
Yeah it’s the Night of the Hunter
Yeah he’s gotta feed his hunger
Yeah it’s the Night of the Hunter
Yeah and tonight he’s taking numbers
Yeah it’s the Night of the Hunter
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Tell me what is this I see? These trick-or-treaters out here late
Ten o’clock right past their bedtime
f#ck these punks are over aged
Eighteen, nineteen, maybe twenty-one
Makin’ jokes they stole some other children’s candy bags for fun
See I’m not with that
Tell the children nobody likes a bully
But who the hell am I to judge? I hang ’em like the jury [What?
Truly grab the blind around his head and slit his throat
Watchin’ his blood shoot in the air drippin’ all over his North Face coat
Now the other kid is screamin’ for Mom and Dad, he’s filled with fear
This kid’s no Harry Potter, magically they don’t appear
Shove my blade right through his back
Pull it straight up through his ear
The Hunter’s Night is now complete
And like a ghost I disappear
The hunger
Yeah it’s the Night of the Hunter
Yeah and tonight he’s taking numbers
Yeah it’s the Night of the Hunter
Yeah he’s gotta feed his hunger
Yeah it’s the Night of the Hunter
Yeah and tonight he’s taking numbers
Yeah it’s the Night of the Hunter
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
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